'Curiouser and curiouser', said Alice

I just got a MySpace friend request from someone I haven't spoken to in over 10 years. It's an odd feeling. On one hand, I'm all "YAAY!" and the other hand.. I'm a cynical bitch who's curious why they're choosing to contact me now on MySpaz when I've had the same email address since.. ever.

I think the reason it's surreal is because the person was involved in one of those Moments. You know the ones I mean - the ones you look back on and go "Wow, if things had gone the other way, my entire life would be really different right now."

In this case, if Person B hadn't gone to visit Person A.. and if I hadn't been totally caught off guard by the fact that there was a Person B.. I'd have moved to Chicago in late 1999 to go to UC. I wouldn't have moved back to MN - or at least, not by 2000. I wouldn't have gone to Anime Nights. I wouldn't have met That Guy and absorbed him into my funky little version of reality.

Quite probably, I'd have moved to Chicago, gone to University, hated it, had a relatively brief, stormy relationship that ended in blood and tears. Or else wound up in the most fucked up version of marriage I can think up.

I entertained myself for a brief moment with, "If I could go back and change things, would I?" The answer is no. For all the crap that's happened in my life over the last 10 years, I would not give it up, because it would mean an end result that was different from who I am at this moment and who I'm with.

Still don't like That Guy.


Pee Ess - if Harvester were still alive, it would be like a #Wicca circe 1994 reunion in my life :P

Fuck you for being dead, Harley. Fuck you so very much. Bastard.

An open letter to my tum

Dear Tum:
Quitcher bitchin'. Yes, they were grilling steaks at lunch. I did not attack the grill guy and fall upon the barely cooked cow corpse like a ravening zombie in search of fresh, juicy brains - even though I very much wanted to. I had rabbit food, so no bad yet tasty meat proteins have sullied the pristine dome of your oh so picky palace. I have it on very good authority that I cannot have caught meat poisoning from being exposed to the smell of steak.

So fuck off. Quit hurting. You'd better do what I say, because really, if you're going to punish me anyway, there's absolutely no reason for me to not go sink my teeth into the tender bloody morsels that formerly made up the flanks of a steer.

No love,
me

Side note: My fetish for geeky yet lethal men is rearing its head again. Jamie H from Mythbusters.. kinda hot. Or possibly it's secondary lust from the massive, massive explosions.

Dear That Guy:
Serves you right for being on a climbing trip. Though I have a sneaking suspicion that you find Jamie H. attractive as well and that takes just a bit of fun out of it for me. Because you are a jerk, sir.
Love and kisses,
me