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[kitanzi]

By and large, I like being a girl just fine. Every so often, however, there is a temptation to self-medicate with a sharp knife and a large spoon. *sigh*

However, I still don't mean to be an ungrateful twit. Thank you very much to the people who sent me valentines - that was a very bright spot to cheer me up over the weekend! *hugs* (And some of the thanks, at least, I shall be able to pass on in person!)

Comments

[annonynous.livejournal.com]

Self-medicate? Ungrateful? What am I missing here? Maybe it's because it's the Dead Day after Boskone, so I'll chalk it up to my being a bit brain-dead. Or were you just a bit slow issuing your thanks? So I'll offer a (gratefully) short sample or two (for varying values of two) of my far-off-centaur sense of humor to cheer you up.

Pre-meditated is not the same as pre-medicated. So please cool it on the practicing medicine (specifically surgery) without a license?

When I was in college, there was a nearby bar called the Bright Spot (in the Brighton section of Boston) which featured a stripper who could twirl her breasts in opposite directions (without manual assistance).
Work still pushing your nose to the grindstone? Tea! OK, that's not very original, is it? (:-/

Happy unValentine's Day!
Ann O.

[kitanzi.livejournal.com]

Eh, I was crampy and crabby and a general bitch. Hormones may be an explanation, but I don't think they deserve to be an excuse. And no, I won't actually be performing self surgery. :) Work is being... well, I really should just write you the email I owe you. It's interesting, in the old chinese curse sense.