Sorry, that only makes sense if you follow the Portland Rocky crowd, and if I explain it, it'll just stop being funny.

Anyway, tonight is Rocky night and Farewell To Kenji night, and the combination thereof is making my knees weak already. Doesn't help that I still have bruises on my throat and my cheek - my CHEEK of all places - thanks to one of the few people who ever took me at my word when I said "Bite harder." The water from the pulse showerhead hit the one on my cheek a few minutes ago and I nearly passed out in the shower. Girljuice everywhere, yes. *grins* There's a REASON I keep most of my toys near the bathroom... warm water and pulse showerhead and a showerstall just right for curling up in and music loud enough that little whimper-gasps won't be overheard... erm... *blushes*

...sorry. I know, that damned internal censor still hasn't come back yet. I think I shall have to send search parties for him. Or her. Or it?

What gender are internal censors, anyway?

*shrugs* Another question for the 'why the hell am I asking this anyway?' list... it's a very long list. Now, where was I?

Oh, yeah... Rocky. Flirting with Mana and her boys. Flirting with Kenji if I can convince him to come along. Flirting with Juliet although I REALLY doubt she'll come, she's still sick. Hell, flirting with Eamon if he insists on tagging along, just 'cos I can, at this point. Not seriously flirting tho, 'cos Ick? My fiance's younger brother is SO not flirt-material.

Erg... and now that I feel suitably disgusted with myself, I'm going to wander off and find out when dinner is happening. Food is a very good thing, yes? *pads off sleepily*