Thursday, Nov. 10, 2005 - 12:42 p.m.
I've given up trying to make any sense of my life and/or the Universe at large...
So, the elusive ex is avoiding me after a minor hissy cow he pitched when I pointed out a few facts to him...fine. And a great big resounding WHATEVER.
The Rocket Scientist has reappeared in my life, for reasons I still don't understand considering what an evil psycho bitch I was when he knew me...
And it seems like everyone I ever dated even once is now crawling out from under their rocks and demanding that I have dinner and/or drinks with them.
And the car I saved from looters during the recent Troubles turns out to belong to a gentleman I met at random while visiting my friend Kelly at work. And, yes, he's yet another Taurus attorney. Who happens to be good friends with various members of the Asylum Street Spankers. The world is getting smaller every day. I intend to ply him with liquor later this evening at the Shim Sham...
And I know it's a long shot, but does anyone out there know anyplace I can get film developed in New Orleans?
Later today, I will be posting the Further Adventures of Hurricane Girl on my LiveJournal site, for anyone who just can't live another minute without them.
