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After work yesterday, I went home, fed the psychokitty, packed an overnight bag, and headed to Y's. We had a good talk about the speed our relationship seems to be developing. Fortunately, we both are comfortable with it. So far. He made dinner - taboule, cheese and, then, pasta. We watched Casanova on DVD. We had fun. And lots of it. I am tired. I am not going out tonight, because I need to catch up on my sleep. Martini. Movie. Knitting. Tomorrow, a few of the kittens are driving up to Baltimore for Saturday Afternoon Margaritas: Baltimore Edition II! *woot* No plans for Sunday yet. Depending on our state of intoxication, we may all be spending the night in Baltimore. I'm looking forward to a mildly relaxing weekend. Yay. Oh, and *Happy Birthday Smooches to GayProf *

VUBOQ is only working a half-day tomorrow. He will not be updating this blog until the afternoon. Try to remain calm.

Last night was uneventful. I did two loads of laundry. I watched movies. And, I knitted (Therefore, I am'ed). The Oscar Project is coming along well: Except, I'm not sure if I have enough scrap yarn to finish it. That would be a problem. Meanwhile ... *singing* Meet me in Las Vegas, VEGAS! Meet me at the ... SPICE GIRLS WORLD TOUR !!! (December 8th. Mark yer calendars!) *shriek* Lessee ... Y was supposed to come over last night, but he fell asleep. Behold the ravages of jetlag! I'm headed over to his place after work. I don't have to be at work tomorrow until 12:30, so we can have a relaxing morning in! Yay. (*rowr*)

Inadvertently assigned all the difficult email inquiries to myself. Will be back with more substantial update later today. Stay tuned.

"Ooooh ... you're buying healthy food," said the crazy lady behind me in the express line at Whole Paycheck as she eyed my whole wheat bread, soy milk, hummus, nachos [organic!], and garlic-stuffed olives. "Um. Yeah," I replied. "You're too thin," she said. "Uh." "I'd feed you some mashed potatoes and gravy and big thick steaks ..." her voice trailed off. "Um." "You can keep those olives though. Too salty for me." "Thanks. Bye."

For my birthday this year, SuperKnitter Chelsea sent me a book, Knitting for Peace . It is filled with wonderful charity knitting ideas - hats for preemies, sweaters for orphans, etc. etc. etc. As I sat on my sofa, surrounded by piles of leftover yarn from knitting 5 Harry Potter scarves, I came across the perfect project. Not only did it use the exact same yarn I used for my Harry Potter scarves (Plymouth Encore Worsted), but it could also be knit in memory of someone who played an important, but brief, role in my life, Oscar , the DemonDog Puppy from Hell. Using a simple garter stitch and lots and lots of leftover yarn, I could make a blanket for a cute (or not-so-cute) puppy or kitty at the animal shelter where John and I picked out Oscar. As this idea bounced around in my head, I realized that maybe lots of people have lots of leftover yarn from knitting Harry Potter scarves. Maybe they could use that yarn to make blankets too! Or they could pool their leftover yarn and one lucky...

Some of you may remember me blogging about the SuperSecret Long-Awaited Knitting Project. Well, it has been received and a photo has been posted. Check it out ! Ms. Martini was runner-up in a little haiku contest I ran a while back (like maybe a year and a half ago?), so I promised I would knit her a scarf. We decided on a Harry Potter scarf. The only problem with that, which I failed to see at the time, is that the main color in the HP scarf was very similar to the color of the Never-Ending Sweater of Doom. So, I put the scarf aside until I finished the sweater. At least both projects are finished now, and I am, now, trying to figure out how to organize my Charity Knitting Project Idea. I will think on it tonight. And, now, I guess you are eagerly awaiting my report from last night? Well ... my Meat-Free Monday meal was delicious! I made a caprese salad [tomato slices, topped with basil and mozzarella, and an olive oil and balsamic dressing] for the first course. Then, we had pasta ...

Something has gone horribly awry with my budget. I don't have a copy of my budget here at work, and not being able to work on it to figure out why my budget and my bank account are not in positive alignment is totally stressing me out. *deep breaths* I currently don't have enough cash in my checking account to cover my monthly bills. This is usually not the case. I will have to transfer money from my savings, but I want to know why this happened. I'm thinking the problem is either a) rather than charge it! I used more cash than usual or b) somewhere there is a spreadsheet error in one of my budget columns. It's a good thing my sewing class check got lost in the mail, because in a few days, it is going to magically transform into rubber. Alchemy is COOL . I will not be taking the sewing class this summer. The financial hatches are about to be battoned.

What a weekend, kittens. Friday night, I had a relaxing night in filled with knitting, martinis, and Hedwig and the Angry Inch , which I would like to say is *much* better than the director's other film (my impressions of that movie are here ). Saturday, I did some grocery shopping. Blobbed around. Weeded some of the front garden (with help from a professional super-weeder, DUN). Then, headed off to Dana's (not-quite-a) Suprise Birthday Party held waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay out in the hinterlands of Maryland. I saw COWS! and DEER! and TRACTOR CROSSING SIGNS! GOOD LORD, DANA, WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU LIVE? The party was fun. Alyssa (who drove) and I helped ourselves to much beer and food and chocolate fountain goodness. Then, Dana dumped a beer all over Alyssa (It was an accident *wink wink*) and we left. Sunday, I did some cleaning. Then, Tomoko and I went to the E Street Theater to see Paprika , which was AMAZING. I tell you, American animators should be working on ex...

Alternative Title: Why a "Middle Class" Salary in the DC/Metro Area Totally Sux Ass (and not in the *fun* way) I met Mike for a lovely lunch at a Thai restaurant near the Tenleytown Metro Station. It's not the best Thai food in town (by far), but the company and the cool breezes more than made up for that. Then, I spent a few fruitless hours shopping in Friendship Heights. After my supercute new Converse shoes began to hurt (even more), I called it a day and returned home for a well-deserved MARTINI and some chips and salsa. Mmm. I've been cruising the Internest, reading movie reviews. Practically every movie I want to see now is showing at the SAME theater: E Street Cinema . If only I could afford the $9.50 per show ticket price to see them all! Tomokito and I are going to see Paprika, a Japanese anime, on Sunday. I also want to see, Waitress and Once and Paris Je T'aime and ShowBusiness and ... and ... and ... I suppose I need to update my NetFlix queue an...

Or, in my case, teh sex or teh sewing? Mike reminded me that the sewing class I'm interested in taking begins on June 25th (6:45PM-8:45PM), which -as we all know- just so happens to be the day of my happy happy sex-filled reunion with Y. AUGH! What to do? I need to call the registrar, because -apparently- my registration check and application never arrived. So, this whole dilemma may not come about if I can't get into the class ... even though I mailed the check last month . What up with that, DC and MD postal carriers? Y was very sweet and offered to reschedule or come over after the class. I was like, um, no. So, I'm hoping that -if I can get into the class now- missing the first lesson will not be detrimental to my sewing career. Priorities, kittens. It's all about priorities.

*woot* I am outta here at 12:30 today! YAY for Summer Hours! Plans include meeting Mike for lunch near AU, doing a little shopping, then heading home for an easy night in. Aah. Last night was fun. Met Jerry at the National Press Club for drinks and dinner. Then, we went to see a special screening of A Mighty Heart , which was awesome. Angelina Jolie was amazing. Let it be known, that, when Hollywood decides to turn my life into a big cinematic experience (well, bigger than it already is), I want to be played by Angelina Jolie! Other than that, not much else is going on. I'm watching the hours slowly tick by until Monday. I told Y I would cook dinner, and this is what I'm planning: caprese salad (tomato, mozzarella, and basil) pasta tossed with homemade pesto garlic bread My biggest decision, now, is what wine goes well with that? I'm thinking either a light red or white (like pinot grigio?)? Any suggestions? Have a great weekend, kittens! *smooches*

"We're just here for Pride," one Chick was overheard saying.

I've been sitting here thinking about parts of one of the stories I wrote last night. I'm going to have to delete about two pages of text. It was so cliche. Yuck. I do remember liking about two sentences though. I'll keep those. I also really liked a scene (even though it needs work) that I added to another story. I have a tendency to write things that veer off into sappiness. What I added was an important course correction. Hopefully. Not that this makes any sense to anyone other than me. Sorry. And, Y just called me "pumpkin" in an IM. *giggle* This looks like an interesting job . Too bad the pay is crapola.

*oog* One of us is a leeeeeeeeeeeeeetle over hung this morning. I left work at 3:30 yesterday, went home, weeded a bit in the garden, typed a bit on two different stories, made a martini, and did lots of blobbing around. I also did laundry. Reheated my leftovers from Meat-Free Monday's dinner. And cracked open a bottle of white wine. 3 hours, 2 movies, 1 long telephone call, and an IM conversation later, the bottle was empty and I went to bed. Mmm. Bed. Bed good. Of course, because I had washed the sheets, I had to make the bed first. Not fun. I hate making the bed. Making the bed while slightly intoximacated is even less fun and more hated. Today after work, I'm meeting my friend Jerry at the National Press Club for drinks and snacks. Then, we are going to a press screening of A Mighty Heart . Oh. And Happy Summer Solstice! Everyone go out and drink a margarita in the sunshine today! *smooches* PS. Y told me yesterday that he's coming back to DC on Monday! His original p...

Yet, the gauntlet has been thrown . Right earring (only) hunting. What fun. Anyone care to join in the festivities?

Sometimes, in bed, with the fans running, muffling the outside noises, in the darkness of my room, as I teeter on the edge between sleep and wake, I hear conversations. Just snippets really. Voices in the dark. And, unlike when I feel there is someone in the room with me, it isn't creepy and disturbing. In fact, it's almost comforting. The voices are soothing, like late-night lovers talking to each other in drippy sleep-filled murmurs. Someone, I don't remember who, once said, "Vuboq, the only person interested in your dreams is you." Ever since then, I've tried to keep my dreamstories to a minimum ... except when they are frequent and recurring. Because that usually means something is pricking at my subconscious, and typing it out helps me sort things through. For the past few days, my dreams have dealt with something I've been thinking about quite a lot recently: coming out to my parents. I should have done it a long time ago. It's something I...

Nothing of interest to note: I have been feeling very unmotivated lately. Mike is dogsitting this week, so I went over there last night for dinner and a movie. We watched Xanadu . *heh* Cheesetasticness! My chili pepper plants and tomato plant haven't died yet. I saw a bird's nest in a very interesting place yesterday. I took a photo this morning and will try to take some more this afternoon to post later. Tonight is laundry night. The month is not even close to being over and I am rapidly approaching dire budgetary straits. And I am almost out of booze. I am missing Y. Or at least I am missing the sex with Y. *sigh*

I am not a National Spelling Bee Champion; however, I do understand the basic rules of spelling. It would seem a lot of people do not. And that irks the living crap out of me. I know that some words are very difficult to spell. For the life of me, I can never remember how to spell occasionally . I have to look it up every time I use it [and, yes, I just looked it up]. Fortunately, Blogger has spellcheck. Google suggests corrections to misspelled words. Merriam-Webster has their dictionary on-line. They are all QUICK. AND. EASY. TO. USE! It offends my sensibilities to see things like this (all taken from a post I read about 10 minutes ago): "...writting..." "...to bad your a lazy..." "...doens't..." *shudder* I'm tempted to buy a dictionary and mail it to that person. Too bad I'm broke.

It was a gabillion degrees outside yesterday, so I -naturally- decided to cook something that required lots of boiling, stirring, and optimal use of the gas burners. I. am. clever. I picked up a yellow squash, some spinach, and a lime (for the Dark&Stormy) at Whole Paycheck on the way home. Then, the cooking: Step one: Make Dark&Stormy. Step two: Boil water. Add 1/2 cup of orzo. Cook 11ish minutes. Step three: Repeat Step one. Step four: Heat frying pan. Add olive oil. Toss in a couple smashed garlic cloves and a sprig of rosemary (from the bush in the front yard). Toss in thinly sliced red onion. Thinly sliced yellow squash. Once sort of soft and browned, add some leeeeeeeeeeetle tomatoes and spinach. Step five: Repeat Step one and three. Step six: Drain cooked orzo. Mix in some crumbled feta and toasted pine nuts. Step seven: Arrange orzo and squash mixture lovingly on cute plate, like so: Step eight: Repeat steps one, three, and five. Step nine: Eat, Drink, Be Mary....