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I live in Lexington, Kentucky

I'm owned by a cat, Moiya, who has me very well-trained.

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1. My current vote for creepiest commercial I've ever seen:
   Teenaged boy steps out of a classroom into a hallway and calls to a pretty blond girl, telling her that he wants to show her something. She follows him back into the otherwise empty classroom which is now revealed to be an art studio. There's a larger-than-life, colorful bust of a girl, made from Starburst candy.
   Boy: It's you!
   Girl: *looks confused*
   Boy: I made it for you. I used lemon for your hair because your hair is fragrant as lemons.
   Girl: *still looking confused but slightly complimented*
   Boy: I used cherry for your lips because your lips are juicy like cherries.
   Girl: *starting to look a bit disturbed but he doesn't notice*
   Boy: And your nose...your nose....
   (He's now gnawing at the bust that he created, chewing on the nose and making almost orgasmic "mmmmmmmm" noises! Girl looks sick.)
   
   This is supposed to make me want to buy Starburst??? *shudder*



2. My vote for "Commercial That Makes Me Go Ewwwwwwwww!":
   Three extremely sexy girls are working out and discussing what they're going to do that evening.
   "I know!" says one. "Let's call the Singles Hot Line!"
   "Yeah!" says another. "The last time we called, we met the hottest guys!"
   *Cut to one of the sexy girls on the phone...*
   "Great! See you tonight! And don't forget to bring a friend!"
   *Cut to three girls dressed up in the standard Playboy Bunny/Porn Star gear, waiting. The doorbell rings and all 3 rush to the door. One opens the door to 2 Abercombie-looking guys.*
   "Ooooooo! You're as hot as you said you were! And so's your friend!" (Mind you, it's now 3 girls, 2 guys...)
   
   So! Call this number and you (and two or three of your closest friends) can have an orgy with some stranger(s) that you've invited to your house! Yay?



3. Really strange dreams this weekend. Saturday morning, I dreamed I was in a hotel, in an apartment-sized suite. Ferg was there. I kept trying to find Jerry, who was supposed to be on the 2nd floor (I was on the 5th) and ditch Ferg, who kept throwing obstacles and diversions at me. I got rid of Ferg, but I couldn't find Jerry no matter where I looked.
   
   Sunday morning, I dreamed I was wandering through an open market. I had enough money to buy one really nice item, but I wanted more. I started putting small items I wanted--fancy perfume bottles, oppulent little bags, etc--into a bigger, quilted purse/backpack thing (it was really pretty). I didn't actually get to the point of stealing anything because I woke up before I had to go to the cashier.



4. I've only seen a few eps of Andromeda this year... What the hell is going on?? What happened to the oh-so-droolworthy Tyr?? Where are they, hgow did they get there, and why? Isn't this new Nietzian the guy who had been the first officer that betrayed Dillon before he got trapped in the blackhole? He's okay, but where's Tyr?? And Bekka is the "Mother of all Nietzians"?? Huh?



5. Finding a job just got harder--they turned off the phone again and there's no way we can afford to turn it back on. *sigh*



6. Is it strange that the ones with the supposed "chick flick" that I haven't seen (and, consequently, borrow) belong to the guys I know? These are straight guys, btw. Meanwhile, I own movies like "Blood of Heroes" (Rutger Hauer, B-grade action movie), "Leon (the Professional)", "The Hunted", etc. Of course, I own stuff like "City of Angels", too, but I have a lot more action movies than chick flicks.



7. I don't sleep anymore. Well, I do every now and then, but my schedule is so out-of-whack it's insane! The suckiest part of that is that I really miss my cuddle-time with Jerry. But if I go to bed, I just lay there, my brain spinning 'round and 'round with thoughts of any and everything. I toss and turn and I'm afraid I'm keeping him from sleeping or waking him up. The only time I can sleep is if I'm so exhausted, I can't keep my eyes open or after sex (The second one is a really nice way to relax enough to fall asleep--I highly recommend it! *grin*).



8. A job. A job. My kingdom for a job! Er...okay--no kingdom to offer...My gratitude and hard work for a job! I guess I could take up begging as a career. Allen wanted to raise some money and actually panhandled for it and made $40 in a day! (Yes, I was appalled to hear he actually went begging!)