jason's_planet went to the local cheap-o supermarket and -- get this -- bought FOUR CANS OF SARDINES!

No shit.

dude is gonna pull out of the lease and it is gonna fuck our shit up

lady ain't pullin' her weight and is not gonna be re-upped next year

x, n, and j are GAAAAAAY, gay gay gay! But none of them are signed up to my yenta programme.

Mr. V and I (currently separated) met up for a date last night! We had a wonderful time, but can't tell our families because they will think we're crazy.

The President has a black baby with a black woman. Shhh!

My BFF is pregnant with her second (first isn't a year old yet!) but noone else knows!!

mullacc...we're WAITINGGGGGGG

I got nothing. My life gossip worthy. Life is rather uneventful in that department. Come on Mullacc, you have to pick up the slack for the rest of us.

particularly mullacc when he gets back from his date.

Heh, I'm a little embarrassed that I've attracted this much attention, but here goes...

So my last update was that she said yes to my dinner date when I asked her after my haircut. I called her a day later to set up a time/place. Then drama started! She called me back and said she was "uncomfortable dating a client." Damn. Felt like a kick in the gut.

A week went by and it occurred to me that I couldn't just go back, get my haircut and not say anything. So I canceled my next appointment (which I had made at my last visit) and then left her a new voicemail. My voicemail said "I'm calling to let you know I canceled my next appointment, and technically that means I'm no longer your client. Since that was your objection to going to dinner with me, I guess I solved that problem. So, I'm going to risk embarrassment again, and ask, will you go to dinner with me? If you're interested, give me a call. If not, could you just send me some of your chocolate chip cookies [which she claims to be famous for], since that's all I'm really after anyway?"

Shockingly, she returned my call about thirty minutes later and said she'd go to dinner with me. So we went to dinner last Friday night at a decent local restaurant. It was a nice time. Good conversation and pretty comfortable. We went to another place for dessert after dinner.

I can't say there were any "fireworks", but it was a nice time. I sent her a text yesterday (day after our dinner date) saying I had a nice time and asked her if she wanted to see a movie (Adventureland, specifically) sometime this week. Haven't heard back, so maybe it won't work out, but we'll see!

Well, you looked great!

WELL DID YOU GET THE COOKIES??? (since that's what you were after anyway)

Not yet ;)

OK. Here's some gossip I just remembered. The (can't-be-older-than-20-probably-closer-to-18) cashier at the little grocery store at the resort where I'm on vacation right now has been *extremely* nice to me. I actually get the feeling* he's kind of got a crush on me, which is flattering, of course.

*"Come back whenever you want to chat" and loooong looks.

I feel like a lech.

It's not my place to say any more than, yes. the dvd player now works. I will let the other party concerned tell as much of the story as she wants. One hint: she didn't kill me this time either.

At a funeral yesterday, I was at the cemetery, which was directly adjacent to a tittybar (rural Mississippi here). When one of the young, attractive female mourners said that she was feeling hot and parched in the noon sun, I casually suggested that we go to the previously mentioned topless (and !bottomless!) tavern for a thirst quencher. She paused...thought for a moment...and said, "I'm up for it if you are." I quickly scanned my databank looking for any way that I could possibly not get in trouble for this, but sadly found no way. I tipped my invisible hat to her and thanked her for her kindness to an old man and then called my preggo wife to let her know that I had turned down lustful temptations. She was barely even appreciative.

I lost something, then got another one, then found the original, which I cancelled because I thought it was lost, then lost the replacement, and I need this thing by Saturday and so I am scrambling to get another one this week and my wife thinks I am an idiot. And she is probably right.

Two people Mrs. Codswallop and I know are moving to the same city next week. One is newly single (her husband left her and their kid) and the other has been in love with her for years, even professing it to her on her *wedding day*

Neither knows yet.

Oh, and loverboy is moving into a house with another unrequited love. He's bringing along his cooler, unemployed badboy artist-type brother who will definitely get unrequited love #2 in bed before his brother does.

And he is absolutely the kind of guy who'll do it.

ColdChef: were the drinks bottomless, or the women?

We're driving to Kamloops on Thursday for the long weekend. The mister doesn't know I really don't want to go, but am going anyway because I don't want to disappoint him.

I'm stuck in the book... I can't get past the rape scene. :(

I will do my utmost to get more under my belt tonight.

... oh and the 13 year old has finally developed annoying habits. She's very fond of playing 'I'm not touching you!' game with her pissed off pseudo-stepmom (me). If she doesn't cut it out or if her father doesn't address it soon I am going to go freaking BONKERS all over ELECTRIC AVENUE!!!

Hahah mullac's cookie comment is cute. I'd date you but I'm spoken for. Drats.

I did it all for the cookies,
The cookies,
So you can take that nookie
And stick it up your... yeah!

I'm breaking up with a message board that I've been an active participant on for six years now. I just don't think we have much in common any more. It doesn't know yet, but I think I'm just going to quietly fade away instead of flaming out (as amusing as that would be for all).

you're breaking up with metcha kodama? what will we tell the kids?