In the past week, though, I've had three people sign my guestbook, and accumulated two private e-mails. Color me stunned. So, I'm going to pretend that this sort of thing happens all the time.

I am a Celebrity. I am a Rockstar. But, I'm not one of those Rockstars who forgets her little people. I love the little people. God bless 'em, I say. No, you may not kiss my hand. I don't love the little people that much.

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tF: You say "http://askwejifyoudon't know." I did. Wej was unhelpful. I sent you an ICQ, but you haven't responded yet. What the hell??

Corwyn: Although I am occaisonally rankled by D's non-housework-oriented attitudes, it really doesn't bother me that much.

When I was growing up, my parents' basic attitude towards housework was "If it bothers you that much, do it yourself."

(This led to the year I was permanently scarred because I couldn't bring any friends home from school because it was August ferchrissakes and we still had all the Christmas stuff up. I thought I was teetering right on the brink of Cool, and if They had known what total freaks my parents were, I would have been even more of an outcast for sure. So, I invited no one home with me for a whole year. Strangely, I still wasn't one of the Popular Kids.)

The long and short of it is, keeping a fairly domesticated household is a lot more important to me than it is to him. I could wait for him to do it, which would never ever happen and I would go insane, and we still would have dirty dishes stacked to the ceiling and no toilet paper. I could yell at him until he did it, which would make both of us miserable. Or, I could just do the damn housework and get on with my life.

See, Corwyn, I bitch about me doing everything sometimes, but it's usually a symptom of some other reason I'm mad at him. Like those credit cards.

Lynne: Yeah. The mouse was scary. Boy, isn't it funny, how I'm writing this part of my journal at you, while you're in my kitchen making a sammich? Isn't technology nifty?

Nurgles: Damn! I already answered your e-mail. You're right, though. Credit sucks, a lot. Oh, and the rest of you, check out this really really depressing toy.

Scott: Twas "freaky fungus," as Rimmer would say. Not that you have any idea who Rimmer is. Amanda and Plenz will know though. Shrooms. Oh, and a Tick quote back atcha: "Sanity is a one-trick pony, Arthur. All you get is one trick. Rational Thought. But when you're good and crazy, the sky's the limit!"

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There, now. Wasn't that fun? If I got more mail, maybe this could be a regular feature.

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