I'll be what I am
Jan. 23rd, 2009 08:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
foxtongueThis month is apparently The Month Of The House-Guest. Not only has Will moved into our library until February with his sweet, darling cat who continues to hiss at my sweet, darling cats, Christopher and Jordan just spent the weekend, now Nate is over, soon be followed by Tony.
This, my friends, is fabulous.
I like having company over. According to me, it doesn't happen enough. (David, on the other hand, has completely given up on keeping anyone's names straight.) Most days my social life lives in a strange limbo, caught between the hundreds of local people I know, but barely see, and the few on-line friends I talk to almost daily, but have mostly never met. House guests bridge the gap nicely. It's a Win Win situation. Not only do they get me out to fun restaurants and the aforementioned terribly neglected locals, they also continue to fortify my belief that my friends-who-happen-to-live-far-away and 'internet friends', a term that does no one a good deed, are not in fact baby eating basement dwellers who shower once a month and brush their teeth with blood. (A possibility that, in spite of the media, I refuse to worry about, as proved by my utter and complete willingness to come sleep on your couch.)
So, that said - if you're coming to Vancouver, make sure to drop me a line. If you don't mind cats, it's very likely you've got a place to stay.
This, my friends, is fabulous.
I like having company over. According to me, it doesn't happen enough. (David, on the other hand, has completely given up on keeping anyone's names straight.) Most days my social life lives in a strange limbo, caught between the hundreds of local people I know, but barely see, and the few on-line friends I talk to almost daily, but have mostly never met. House guests bridge the gap nicely. It's a Win Win situation. Not only do they get me out to fun restaurants and the aforementioned terribly neglected locals, they also continue to fortify my belief that my friends-who-happen-to-live-far-away and 'internet friends', a term that does no one a good deed, are not in fact baby eating basement dwellers who shower once a month and brush their teeth with blood. (A possibility that, in spite of the media, I refuse to worry about, as proved by my utter and complete willingness to come sleep on your couch.)
So, that said - if you're coming to Vancouver, make sure to drop me a line. If you don't mind cats, it's very likely you've got a place to stay.
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Date: 2009-01-23 06:44 pm (UTC)Hey, that's not fair. You know I'm trying. I took the tin foil off one of my windows yesterday so I'm getting some sun.
I haven't eaten a baby in months. Well, weeks.
I'm still working on the blood thing. So far, I've been adding more and more toothpaste to the blood, like addiction replacement therapy, in the hopes that soon I can get the ration up to 100% toothpaste and 0% blood. I'm a fifty/fifty right now and it's not what I'd call awesome.
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Date: 2009-01-26 07:09 pm (UTC)on the quick shuttle watching sunset trees go by
Date: 2009-01-24 01:39 am (UTC)Got wings? Too much?
See you soon.
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Date: 2009-01-26 07:09 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2009-01-26 07:16 pm (UTC)And they will sleep on your at night, putting your legs to sleep.