I feel so stupid.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid.

And mean, and nasty, and snide.

Thou shalt not talk to Bald Guy about Adam.
Thou shalt not talk to Bald Guy about Adam.
Thou shalt not talk to Bald Guy about Adam.

Never mind that I'm still angry about everything that happened before. Never have sex when you're angry. Never kiss and tell. Never kick a man in the balls, physically or spiritually, and leave him alive afterwards. Heinlein said that one.

Stupid stupid stupid.

No wonder Darkside wants nothing to do with me, if this is how I treat other men.

Goddamn see-saw

Crawled into Votania's room very late last night and had sisterchat. Feeling better in morning. Chatted with Darkside, who said that there wasn't a book big enough to smack me with to give me common sense. He did give me undivided attention, though, which I appreciate beyond belief.

Spell it like it's 1999

Word that just sprang out of nowhere into my vocabulary: Obsol33t

We are so teenage...

Votania and I are meddling with our AIM icons. She's a dead girl, and I'm a dyke.

...That is to say, we're both Disney chicks. She's a dead girl with a necromancer boyfriend, and, classically speaking, mermaids were representative of lesbians...

Bonus points to the person who figures out the other reason I chose my icon.

My gods, we're such college students.

Votania and I have to IM each other across the living room to talk over the music.