Being a Good Friend - 0, Hurting People - 1

Walking and having tea with Missy Goodtimes is good fun. I'm glad she's in the neighborhood.

Having Sean tell me he walked by my place and would have stopped but it looked like I wasn't home (I wasn't - see above) makes me happy.

Getting emailed HAWT pictures of Ani DiFranco and Julie Wolf is always a good thing. Thanks, grrrrrindigo!

I am really going to miss Lara. Travel safely. Visit often.

Other than that, I should just shut up most of the damned time. Even if the questions are asked of me, I should have the fucking common sense not to answer them. Argh!

My forwarded mail has begun. Today.

(I moved what? Two, three weeks ago?)

It's so rare that I have dreams that I remember, and even more rare that the ones I .do. remember don't fit my six or so dream themes that contain most of them. This morning I had a totally random dream that I happen to remember, and it's pretty goofy.

So in my dream I was on Jeopardy! (the game show, duh) and rather than being beside Sean Connery and Turd Ferguson, I was up against regular people. There were two other male contestants and I was the returning champion. So it was Tom, Jude, and Ray. On with the Jeopardy!

Anyway, we were in between the Jeopardy round and the Double Jeopardy round and it was time to "meet the contestants." Both of the men said their little schpiel and made a point to say, "And I want to say hello to my beautiful wife so-and-so." So then it's my turn and Alex Trebek is asking me about my Smurf collection and I answer, and then I smugly look over to my fellow contestants and say something like, "I would like to say hello to my /very intelligent/ partner, Sam." (Sam? Who is Sam?)

You know, I never really thought about it in my conscious mind, but I /hate/ that people introduce women or refer to women as "my beautiful wife" or "my beautiful girlfriend" as if there is nothing better that defines them. Don't get me wrong, I like it when significant others think I'm beautiful, but if I'm going to be described by one adjective, I don't think I'd want it to be "beautiful." Does anyone ever say, "I want to say hello to my beautiful husband?" *boggles*

Julie Wolf is going to be the death of me.

I love Julie Wolf so much. I think she is one of the cutest people in the whole entire universe, and when she has her little accordian I get all kinds of swoony. But this is totally unfair. SHE IS WEARING BAGGY CARGO SHORTS /AND/ GLASSES!!!

( Whine! I have to have her! )

grrrrrindigo is my new best friend for showing me this directory of stills from Render.

Reason Ryan is the best #5879045

Ryan is the best boyfriend in the whole world because he makes last-minutes plans to go to The Dube with me. And then he waits for me on his porch. And then we walk there together after he lets me play with Irregardless. And then he almost lets me squirt mustard in his hand for fun. And we order food, and we eat, and he lets me squirt a smiley face on his plate with mustard. And later I write his name with mustard, and he writes mine, and we cover it with other condiments and he draws a big ketchup heart over it all. And we sing all the "oooh oooh" parts of "Sympathy for the Devil" and we dance like loonies through "Roadhouse" and we never seem to get tired of making up dances. And he laughs at my Mick Jagger lips face and I laugh at the Thinky face. And I sign "you complete me" and he ducks. And we trade pickles, and he eats one of my cherries, and he throws a french fry in my nonexistent cleavage and we both die of embarrassment. And we decide we're in love, and we high five, and make Ws with our fingers and smile a whole lot. And I write "Ryan" on his styrofoam container and he writes "I [heart] Jude." And we walk and talk all the way back to his place and he gives me great hugs.

In other words, I love Ryan because we have so much fun together. Thanks, Ryan. You're the best boyfriend in the history of the universe. M.F.E.O.

p.s. Ryan, it's February 26th.