Today Once Upon A Time

Wow. I'm doing great. The world is my oyster and I'm slurpin' it up, baby.

Don't expect to hear from me this weekend. Tomorrow and Sunday I'll be moving my stuff on out of this apartment and into my cozy little house. My cozy little house with the big bay window and the hardwood floors.

Could life be better?

Not really. Except that Marsha gets back next weekend. I can't wait to see her. We're going to party, party, party, because besides the whole welcome back aspect, it's also her birthday. Except that I have an absolutely sweet, sweet girl in my life. I never thought I could be this happy. And you'll never guess how happy I am that I took her class last semester. 

Oh yes. I could kiss those lips just about all day long and never notice the time passing. Except that Becca and the Commitment Phobic are back on AGAIN. So now she's all happy and that makes me happy, cause she just sounded so miserable yesterday. Poor thing.

I keep hoping that someday she'll have the self-esteem to leave him and get herself a man who will treat her the way she should be treated. Oh, and here's a piece of news, I heard from Keith a couple days ago and forgot to mention it. He's already moved up in the company. No more interning. How is that possible? I don't know. The man must have depths unknown to the rest of us mere mortals. I still think it's his connections, though.

Still thinking about the "Sperm Need Not Apply" issue. For instance, if you used your own egg and your own genetic material, would that be like having sex with yourself? Would it be the equivalent to having sex with a sibling? In other words, how picky would you have to be about who's chromosomes you have? And since it's supposedly the man's sperm that decides the sex, would they all be boys? Or is it girls, I can't remember.

This is so fascinating to me. Of course you KNOW that some guy in charge is going to get wind of this and go, "No way, we should make this against the law right now! Before women decide that we are not needed." So all my speculation is probably for nothing except my own amusement.

But that's just fine.

I'm easily amused.