This post brought to you by Roseio, #908, and the letter J

Where oh where did my Roseio go?

Random reason #908 I tend to avoid most Bratz-doll forums/groups/whatever: Inability to understand when someone isn't causing a fuss and when they are. I'm sure some mean well, but others make me sad that I am not supreme ruler of the universe so that I could smack them so hard they'd get a clue. :p

Random memory related to the letter J:
  When we were in high school, a friend of mine called me over the summer and said she had a new boytoy. [my words, not hers] I asked her what he was like, she said I'd like him since he was a lot like me, only... there was some difference that time has since erased in my memory. This amused me at the time. Later I met him, and he didn't exactly strike me as me-like, but hey. It was hard to get a reading on the dude since he seemed to think my bed was made for him to make out with her. [There are few things more uncomfortable than someone you barely know pawing a friend you just never really considered to be the pawing type.... on your bed.]

Later I realized the other reason why I wasn't thrilled about the dude. He was psychotic. You know, break a date with them and they put their hand through a wall? Stuff like that. Yeah. What was amusing ["he's like you!"] was then worrysome, cuz I never did figure out if she meant the psychotic or not.

I wonder if this Jacob ever found someone to bandage his hands when he'd take his frustrations out on them in a non-kinky manner.

Annnnnd now... I sleep.