Tagged like Freakin' Wild Kingdom up in here!

Tagged like a New York subway in gang territory!
Tagged like a sale at Sam's Club.
Tagged like the kid with leg braces at recess.

What I'm trying to say is, my journal is tagged.

I'm in the process of going back (still) through old posts and tagging some especially poignant things. Not every single taggable thing, but I think every single tagWORTHY thing. So if you're interested in looking back fondly on my Cat V Dogs debate, the days when I mentioned pot in almost every post, failed therapy attempts, movies I saw three years ago, or my Madstone Adventures featuring My Hot Hot Boss, why it's tagged and ready to be read. Well, I still have to go through 2002, and I will, when I want to.

I can honestly say that my journal has gotten a LOT better over the years. Although it's a rather strange feeling to be looking back over the many years I had a livejournal. Time freakin' flies, that's all I'm saying. I was saying something about when I was in high school and we got a new house. I was thinking, well, that was a few years ago... when in fact, it was 20 years ago. WTF, right?
I also wrote 1000 words of a new chapter that I hope to finish tomorrow. I thought up a great new short story idea. Some of the ideas I think up are in between short stories and novels, like Stephen King's Different Seasons or some such. Are those always called novellas? Or does a novella have a specified word count? Or does it vary by house? I bet it varies, just because novel length varies house to house.

Tomorrow is the birthday party of mguto75 at which I'm sure I'll get plowed and dance around topless with a lampshade on my head. Or eat barbeque, I haven't decided yet. The important thing is, I'm giving her a cool present that H was kind enough to print for me--even though anyone who saw him printing it would surely think he was gay. ;-]

Does this ever happen to you?

As a scaredy cat, I often find it daunting to take a shower when there's nobody else in the house. I mean, there's no telling what sort of Norman Bates/Zombie/Prowler/Axe-Wielding-Maniac could lurk right into your home and um...get you when you're blissfully showering. I find it better to avoid that whole mess and take MY showers when H is here to fend off marauding ghouls, as it were.

Today though, our schedules were such that I had to take a shower here alone.
I steeled up my courage and jumped right in, doing a long hair wash and deep condition while I'm at it.

Eventually, I emerge, all nice and clean and you know--shower fresh.
And I'm fairly proud of myself for not getting all freaked out until I see...forever inscribed in finger on steamy mirror...







Wait for it





R E D R U M!!

(I don't know how to do a backward R, but I'm sure you can picture it)




Stupid H.

How would you like a pinch in the mouth!

OMG OMG OMG!!!

HEAD is on cable this month.

I'm gonna watch it seventy jillion times.
At least.