I tried making Dustin a bread bowl so that he could have stew for dinner in a bread bowl... but I burned them.

After everything today, this is the last straw. I'm curling up in a blanket and vegging out in front of the tv.

The Naked Cowboy is on Christina's Court.... and uh, he's fucking insane.

Declares himself Emperor of the World and that he is guiltless and sinless.

WHY is he on a court daytime tv episode? Because his girlfriend wants him to take down the webcam that is on 24/7 in their bedroom and he says she is trying to cramp his musical style.

Whoa. That's just... yikes.

I'm sitting here watching Mythbusters, Dustin is in the kitchen making something that smells heavenly, I'm drinking mead, and the Futurama movie is downloading.

Life is bliss.

A crazy old cat lady, at that.

I wake up and throw a nightgown on and which one was it? The knee length ivory satin one with the embroidery and fake pearl accents. It's my old lady nightgown. But it's really soft, in my defense. And I'm watching the news, like I have for the past week.

Oh, and I fed and watered my cat before even starting the water for my tea. Not coffee, oh no, but TEA. Peppermint tea with three spoons of sugar. However, next time we are not getting the caffeine free stuff. Ugh.

Today calls for more laundry doing. Bleh. I wish my bike had air in the tires so that I could at least ride it around for a little to break the monotony of the day.

I am on a boring old person's schedule. I go to sleep with Dustin around 11, and wake up when he gets up for work.

Which means I'm up during the boring hours of the morning, and by the time twelve in the afternoon rolls around I'm scrabbling desperately for anything entertaining to do. Usually it's looking at porn because there is LITERALLY NOTHING ELSE FOR ME TO DO.

Other than that Dustin got all of the stuff out of the apartment, as well as stealing the red metal flask and the butcher knife. The red metal flask is FULL of everclear. Oh shit. I had to put it in the cupboard, not because I'm tempted, but because everclear is the Devil's water and I shall not suffer it to be in my sight.

But I digress. My life is boring. Oh, what's that, the dryer is done? Down to the garage I go to have an exciting time of changing the laundry over!

Ugh.

I cannot take credit for any of these words. I can, and will, take credit for the idea of writing them down and applying (with Larry's help) definitions to them, because dammit, we have words for a reason and that is to describe things, which is why every word I use has a description of what the word means. A Grammar Nazi I am not, however I do like it when people can form sentences properly and use punctuation the right way as well. That actually used to be one of my MUSTS for anyone interested in me. If you cannot type at me in a somewhat intelligent way, we are not going to get along because if I can't read what you are telling me without getting a headache, how the hell are we going to be able to converse in person? People's writing styles tell a lot about the person, in my opinion.

But I digress. And I bring you, The Book of Larry.

THE BOOK OF LARRY

Snugnestical - (in association with undergarments) - The proper amount of ball hugging support that is not too tight, yet also disallows the flopping around of the testicles.

Vagamble - -The use of a females reproductive organs as a bargaining chip or the terms of a bet.

Assquid - The use of ones naked self to hypnotize and entrance another, for the sake of issuing a complete surprise at their expense

Cyborgasm - Orgasm attained with the aid or influence of complex machinery.

Yes, we are indeed some fucked up people.

Well shit. Almost literally.

I caught Gizmo dragging her butt on the carpet after she got out of the litter box and so went to go get the pet stain and stink remover (because even though she's not my kitty, I'm still in charge of most of the cleaning around the house, so this means making sure the carpets get cleaned and vacuumed regularly) and when I went to go spray the line of what I thought was poop, I looked closer and see that it's blood.

Cue me freaking out, chasing Gizmo down and holding her down so I can look at her butt, and sure enough, it's bleeding. I just texted Lyse and I'm predicting a vet visit today for the little cabbit.

Jesus. I hope it's something that can be fixed relatively easy. Lyse doesn't need this.

Lyse's cat, Wolverine, had to be put down this morning due to liver cancer.

I'm gonna miss my old cranky man cat.

I saw Ironman last night. And it was awesome.

And I'm not going to tell anyone a damned thing about.

So nyah.

You're going to walk out on my life again? After three weeks of trying to weasel your way back into my life and then sending me a text message saying, " I just want to hold you so bad right now"?

My fiance and I had our first real fight, over YOU. And we got things resolved and got rules and strictures written up and then you flake out. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? Dustin finally becomes okay with the situation and YOU SPLIT? FUCK YOU!

I can't believe you'd pull that shit on me, after insisting that you really did miss me and that you'd been thinking about me for months and was always going to care about me and wanted to make sure I was okay. Jesus. I guess being a responsible person was too much trouble to get into my pants, wasn't it?

At least I can get the tattoos I wanted now, since you think I'd be completely unattractive with them. Fuck you. I'll do whatever the fuck I want with my body, thank you very much. If you really meant what you said about wanting to be with me, you'd have loved me anyway, inked up or not.

Going to the forest.

BRB.

For those of you who wanted to see the photoshoot, Photobucket took down the pictures and I am now experimenting with Flickr to see if I can use that as an image hosting site for me nekkid pictures. So hopefully the pictures will be up again by the end of the day.

So today I have to zip over to Mom's house to make sure there's an adult home to sign for her new mattress, as she works days during the week and Geoff works from ten to six on Mondays. And Sis isn't an adult. So yay, I get to do it!

And then come back home and get some organizing and unpacking done.

And then zip back out to SE Portland so that I can have coffee with Jason.

And maybe Dustin will pick me up and then take me over to Molly's. Because tomorrow I will start ze babysitting for little Elizabeth for Tuesday and Thursday. Hurrah! My week is going to be crazy.

I don't wanna leave Grendal. She came out last night after an hour of being tempted by the jingle ball and a peice of string, and was fine after that. She came up on the bed and demanded many pettings, of which I was happy to oblige her. She slept curled up between Dustin and I, and hung out with us during our waking up, making us smile and be not so grumbly as we are usually grumbly people in the early mornings.

Although her butt stinks. Bad. Worse than me. HA! She IS my cat, little stinker. One of the things I have to do today is cash the check Lyse gave me and go get a litter scooper, as that was one of the things Mom couldn't provide on short order last night. She helped us a lot, though, and I'm really appreciative, because we couldn't cash the check yesterday and I wasn't going to have Grendal in the house if we didn't have things for her, so Momma helped us out, giving us a litterbox and food and water dishes, a small amount of food and litter. She gave us the cats wet food that she had been using to give them worm medication, but since they aren't taking it anymore, they aren't eating it, so to me it went!

And I am going to be treating myself to a Western decadence today. Not sure which one, but I will have at least one. Maybe a few pairs of new jeans, as they are badly needed. I have to be careful, though, as I will be wandering around downtown with fifty dollars, completely unsupervised. Hehehe.

(And to those who are like, " Western decadence, what the fuck?" Dustin and Geoff and I were watching a really terrible movie about a serial killer in Soviet Russia, and one of the police were talking to the American guy investigating the case and said, " Serial killers are a Western decadence." And it cracked us up and so it's become our little inside joke. Just so no one thought I was going crazy for a moment there, or disparaging my monetary situation.)

OFF I GO!

So I was finally having a civil and good conversation with Jason, and my phone decides to die. Goddammit all to hell.

Patching things up is hard enough as it is!

But hopefully I will get my kitty this weekend, if Monica ever gets back to me. I really want my kitty. And the bed. Dustin and I are getting the bed tomorrow.

Now, I know some people have it in their heads that mined diamonds are the only "real" diamonds.

However, when Dustin and I were looking at engagement rings last night on the internet, I realized something:

I could get a 3 carat diamond with FOUR smaller stones surrounding the BIG one in the middle for SIX HUNDRED DOLLARS as opposed to THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS if I get a lab created diamond instead of "real" diamonds. Meaning the ones that come from mines.

And the way I see it is they are the exact same, chemically. One takes a few months in a lap, the other takes a billion years in the ground then it has to be dug up, cleaned, cut, polished, sent through a buyer, then to a retailer, then to a jewel company who sells it to a ring making company who then sells it to me for THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS. And I say Fuck. That.

So, when Dustin has the money, which won't be long once I get a job, there will be a beautiful five diamond, platinum plated silver ring on my finger.

(Oooooh, and I'm defying tradition by helping pay for my own engagement ring! OH NO! I might not even wear white to the wedding! OH NO!)

(Really, my ideal wedding dress will have chainmail on it, somewhere. Preferably the bodice. And leather. Chainmail and leather and silk. Oh yeah, baby. And Dustin's mohawk will be up. And there would be firedancers at the reception. And much drinking. It wouldn't be a reception so much as a rowdy drunken feast. Hopefully. Preferably.)

Okay, I'm done! Maybe.

I'm watching News Radio. It's pretty rad. Joe Rogan sure was hot in the 90's. Wow... I feel old just saying that. I can say that now.

(I only got an hour and a half of sleep last night and Lyse is willingly supplying me with all the coffee I want! HOLY SHIT!)

That casting call last night pretty much forced me to stay awake, which was nice. My body finally gave up around eight, and I went upstairs and slept with Dustin. Actually Dustin pulled me upstairs and laid down with me, and I'm pretty sure he fell asleep too, because he was in bed with me this morning.

I love waking up to him. His face is so sweet and dorky when he's half awake, and he moves like a newborn kitten, all slow and careful. Since he doesn't have his glasses on, he calls me pretty and cute and I simper and blush and give him hugs.

And it's been awhile since we were able to do that, because my sleep schedule was fucked up and I COULD NOT sleep at night. It was so awesome being able to fall asleep with him wrapped up around me and wake up with him spooning me and drooling on my shoulder. I can't help but love him every time I see him.

Bleh, enough mushy stuff.

Lock in today. Annie's gonna get her drink on.

But first, I'm going to get something to eat, and drink a shitload of water so I'm not so dehydrated.

It seems to me that a lot of poly posts are cropping up in communities that I frequent, such as TheQuestionClub and AskTheKinksters (I am too lazy to deal with the html involved in putting the link to those communities up, but if you're interested in checking them out, they are in my friends list.)

And one was discussing "their brand of Poly" and it got me thinking about how Dustin and I roll with the poly/open relationship dealio.

We're with each other. I'm his primary, he's my primary. Right now we are not seeking anyone to add as a secondary or as a third for the relationship (mostly because he's straight and I get jealous with my toys so even as much as I love him, I would have a hard time sharing a pretty girlthing with him and vice versa)

If either one of us becomes interested in someone, there is a talk about it. Not a " Oh wow I really like this person and Imma go on a date with them!" talk. A " Hey, I really like this person and I want to talk to you about whether it would be a good idea at this point in our relationship if I were to start seeing another person." kinda talk.

And if we agree that it is an acceptable way to be moving, then a date happens. More talking happens and if that goes well, another date. There's been no specific time set on how long we have to be going on dates before sex is allowed, but it's been agreed that there should be some serious getting to know stuff going on, mentally, not physically.

And Dustin has veto power over who I sleep with, and vice versa. Now, realistically I could just veto a girl because I didn't like her, but that's what the talkings beforehand are for, because then I get to meet her and get a feel for her and I can make my choice then.

And really, I don't have to date someone to sleep with them. I could totally just have a sex buddy, as long as it was discussed beforehand and any changes are discussed with Dustin, like if my feelings change for the person, if any mistakes were made like not using a condom and the like.

Really, it all comes down to talking like mature adults and trying our best not to let too many personal feelings get in the way. If I feel I'm protesting too much and not having factual reasons to base the protests on, like "she's a big ol bucket of crazy" or " JESUS CHRIST, did you see her teeth? You're going to get gingivitis by just kissing her!", then I talk to him about it and the situation would probably get on hold until I can work my feelings out better.

Dustin and I love each other, very much. We discuss everything under the sun, because communication is so very important to us simply because we want to be aware of each other's feelings and be able to factor them into decisions that we make because they will affect the relationship. That and we've had far too many relationships where communication was not happening or the other person was just too thickheaded for anything to get through and it was ruined because of it.

I don't really know where I'm going with this, other than that's just my thoughts, and that's how Dustin and I roll. In case anyone was curious.

Yes, I did get to see my kitty. My Grendal.

She is so adorable! All young and sleek with her pretty tabby markings and yet odd but beautiful shades of red fur scattered around. She loves to play with string, loves to growl at people when playing with her string, and likes being held. Which I love kitties to love.

And MSI is going to be at the Roseland Theater May 29th and I AM GOING. I will go without Dustin if I have to, dammit.

Umm.... not much new things to update, seeing as I did the huge weekend update already. Cassie got me the hard copies of the threads we have had in the group, along with fictional stories that did not make it into the threads but remained as stand alones, and incomplete threads. God, I love that girl and her organizational skills. Motherfucking love.

VerSin will rise again from the ashes and be reborn!

After a conversation with Dustin today in e-mail that went all over the place, from BDSM talk and Kinkfest this March and then to what we were going to do for dinner, I realized I am a very sick person on the inside.

" Howsabout you come pick me up, we'll go get the monies, and then go to the store.

Because as much as I love Asian foodstuffs, I have had a lot of it lately and am getting somewhat tired of it. And that dinner at Kell's last night reminded me how much I love greasy gutrot food that sticks to the insides of your soul like a regretted abortion.

Which means burgers, dammit."

Jesus. I love myself.

Ummm... making the obligatory V-Day post now, so I don't have to deal with it later.

I love Dustin.
Dustin loves me.
I also love Grendal, my kitty to be.
So Dustin and I are going to move to Switzerland and get one of those nifty anything goes marriages so I can include my cat in the marriage as well.
And then we will fly Cassie and Monica to our lovely house in the Swede-land and Cassie will hunt and forage for us, Monica will cook everything and breed more kitties for us, and it'll be awesome.

And just so everyone's up to date, we're moving in together in March, getting handfasted this summer, and getting married in the next two years.

Just so everyone knows what's going on, because I have a habit of not talking to people for months at a time.