This, ladies and gentlemen, is why Jax should not be let out on her own very often.

Stina, you and I need to talk... *wry grin* ...preferrably when both slightly tipsy. Lots of dish. Girls' night. You know the drill.

Anna, who is finally here in Portland, is damned cute. Lucky John. *wry grin* Still haven't gotten her to Powell's, soon though.

Missing people... and I'm going to be missing them for a while.

Life managed to get even more fucked-up than it was... and since 'what it was' involved me switching flavors more often than most people BREATHE... yeah. I want this settled, damn it. I want...

...apparently, I want what I've got, just without death threats to keep it.

Damn.

Deb just got up.

Ehh... more updates later, I guess.