Truly. Deeply. Madly

I am out in search of Human Contact today. The irony thereof being that there's a computer between me and the Java's lunch crowd, and once I left the counter in search of a place to plug in, I had to put my iPod on so that I wouldn't eavesdrop on the business meeting going on next to me. So I'm out in public, ignoring public, and feeling lonely.

Sigh.

This society's really weird.

You know what I want? I want Aadam and Amy and Naomi, and OtherAmy and Sharon and Sarah and OtherSharon and Riki and Allyson and Mary and Michelle and half a dozen other witchkin to come over and hang out watching cheezy horror movies, cooking comfort food, and sewing costumes all day. I want a pajama day, filled with rude jokes, brownies, rolled hems, and possibly nail polish. *BIGheavysigh*

Also, some asscracker stole one of our tombstones out of the yard sometime in the last couple of days. Way to ruin someone's favorite holiday, you idiots! Way to induce me to not put ANY decent decorations out where you can get at them, or to include little bastards like you in MY holiday at all. I hope you get psycosomatic bad luck off that thing every time you lay eyes on it, until you feel compelled to sneak back over and replace it in my yard some night.

Okay, that's enough feeling sorry for myself.
It's time to pay for my breakfast and go get a walk under my belt.
Then I'll go home, write some more pr0n, and then get ready for the SACVAP Karaoke night. (For locals, it's at the Rhuk, in Troy. $5 cover, and a fundraiser for the organization, so you should TOTALLY come!)

Ciaomiao...