Mmm. Shiny!

I demand a parade in my honor. I went to Target and spent less than fifty bucks. I know, I know, you can do that no problem. You're just that awesome. Or you work there and it totally skews the awesome-meter. Whatever. I... rarely leave with less than $75 worth of crap, so let me have my parade.

Because I like lists, I bought

• new school shirt for Widget


• a couple of things [clover!] from the dollar bins


• Mumsy snuck in a pack of gum


• a new pan with which to attempt to make crepes [my plan for today] or to at least have one pan that I could make a frickin' grilled cheese on without the pan eating my damn sammich!


• something with which to flip my crepe/sammich


• st. patrick's day slipper sock things where the left one is a little too small for my giant feet. *cries bitterly*
  

I suspect I've forgotten something, but maybe not. Taxes and whatnot. Anyway, very happy with my new pan. Because it is mine. No one else gets to use it.

I have made plans to spend as much as the day with Widge as possible, so I'm off to shower so that I'm awake for when he appears on the scene.

Oh. Dollhouse: I love me some Dushku, I do, and I might even love me some of Echo's handler and geek guy and... yes. There is love. I'm not entirely sure how well this will hold up as a series though, but I can wait and see. [Because saying I have faith would just be lame, pun intended or not.] And before it even aired, I had a weird dream about it. Which had nothing to do with it except someone in the dream kept insisting that it did. It didn't! Don't lie, brain! It was more Firefly than anything else, and it wasn't even that. Space and weirdness and a bit of a virtual world and interacting with the story if you were chosen for the week/month, and I ended up a pariah which is always important for the story, but sucks when you're constantly being the chosen sucky one.

I am fine

In the spirit of the holiday, I thought I would share the beginning of the middle.
( no one gets to come in )

The sooner he stops appearing in my dreams and people stop reminding me of him, the better things will probably be. I miss someone who doesn't exist anymore, and you'd think that as often as that happens to me, I'd be used to it on some level, but I'm not and I don't think I ever will be.

Oh, and I've only had someone go all out for Valentine's Day, on the actual day, once. He had roses delivered and I was so giddy... and a month later he broke my heart to itsy bitsy pieces. So I think the Valentine's Day I was thinking of was actually '99 after all.

Despite the content, I'm not approaching this one with dread. It's just another day and one of these years it'll be more and it won't end in "and then things went 'splodey!" See? Optimism.

I still want to buy myself something shiny though.

According to this map, I am an anomaly. I call it soda. I... don't really think that many people around here just call all soft drinks soda. So, um, fail?