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 thursday, january 18I want an inventory! "... we just want to confirm our suspicion that your American Express card has been used fraudulently." Six thirty am, chez moi this morning. Torn from a bizarre dream where my hair had returned to a hairdo of two years ago - bleached white, short and damaged. I was in the act of spreading hand creme through my hair to turn it brown when the phone rang.... I've been in the habit of unplugging the phone before retiring due to the series of odd and misdirected phone calls that plagued my line last summer. Who knows why it I forgot last night. It must be some east coast bum, calling that early, I thought. I don't know anyone on the west coast who would call that early. In fact, apart from myself, I don't know anyone who ever rises that early, ever. Except maybe for Caterina and Jeffrey. They don't ever seem to sleep, posting at odd hours and such. "Mmmmfff." "Heather Champ?" "Mmmmfff." "This is American Express...." It turns out that my old Canadian card had been used yesterday to purchase nine hundred and something dollars worth of sex toys online. There is so much one could say, but I'll refrain. It pretty much speaks for itself. Sex toys! Nine hundred dollars worth!
Beguiled by Bejeweled... I have a serious Bejeweled addiction. Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I swap jewels in my mind. I may not be the only one. Penny Arcade: Crack is for sissies. [via memepool] The perils of working at home. Sing it sister! More StorTrooper nudity! Hey, Brad, what's behind that dither? And, yup! My StorTrooper wears flip flops! Yesterday? Personal space. |
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