I can feel the ghosts of the twentieth century--and good God there are so many, literal armies, cities, nations of them--hovering in the air above and around us all. It's a shivery sensation.

So the Great Relationship Experiment failed, and although I thought I had gotten out cleanly I did NOT, as evidenced by a minor fight with the recent-ex (lax...bahahaha I'm ten) in the middle of the night last night in which some issues I had been having with her, long term, finally came to a head and I snapped at her and told her to leave me the hell alone. It felt really good, in a way, although I'm suffering from those pangs that say 'you're gonna be alone forever! gonna be aloooooooooone,' you know, those pangs. Anyway, on the upside, this'll leave a lot more time for the things that really matter, like livejournal ^_^

Okay, seriously, no more. My mouth tastes like strong, ground black pepper. Ugh.

I'm overjoyed today. BCM, the girl with whom I have gone out with exclusively for over a year--and with whom I've been sharing kisses and hugs for almost that long--is now, actually, officially my girlfriend. We changed our facebook relationship status and everything :) I know this isn't some 'huge' thing in the great scheme, maybe, but it's made me happy and just made my day. So sigh. So love.

Huh. I mean, what's the appropriate apology for this situation? "I'm sorry that you performed and illegal search and seizure on me which resulted in an illegal arrest and fraudulent charges which were later dropped. Oh, yeah. I'm as sorry hell all that happened. You wouldn't BELIEVE how sorry I am."

But not as sorry as the whole bloody situation.

Livejournal asks, and I have to answer:

Stephanie Plum, created by Janet Evanovich. She's a brown haired, blue eyed Jersey Girl (a thing that I adore), she has an insane, pistol packing grandmother, a wry sense of humor and her soul mate is a hamster named Rex. Stephanie is also an excellent deconstruction of the macho private eye of Noir and neo-Noir. Think Slam Bradley, the kind of man who solves his case and gets his man through square jawed determination and liberal gunplay, and who has beautiful women falling all over him. Stephanie solves her cases and gets her man (or woman or Santa Claus) through the same determination, but it's aided by sheer dumb luck and her propensity for asking nicely (something which would never occur to Slam). Stephanie also has no less than three beautiful men falling all over her, so it's kind of nice to see that reversal, too.

Five words, as given to me by teenwitch77, which she associates with me. Write "words!" in a note and I'll give you five words which you associate with you, which you'll then explain on your own journal and thus continue the delightful circle.

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I can't believe it! He was a great American! I loved that dude!

No, no sarcasm. I don't go in for that shit. Seriously. Billy Mays!? My late nights won't ever be the same... :(

as my grandmother would have put it. She always said, 'Well, I guess when it's your time you just gotta expire,' or 'Look at that stupid thing, he done gone and got his-self dead.' Stuff like that. I think they were odd old mountain sayings that you don't hardly ever hear anymore.

But yeah. People my age, I guess we just sort of grew up with not only Michael Jackson's music (Smooth Criminal and Billie Jean are two of my favorite songs ever), but with his wonderful (sometimes scary, though I've never believed he was a pederast) weirdness. Neverland Ranch, Bubbles, little baby Blanket, the whole nine yards. And now all we have is memory and music, dying like a dying fall.

Will we, in the new Trek continuity, get to see Spock and Lt. Uhura rocking out on duets like they did on the original series? The Spock man can jam his funky little Vulcan guitar, and those were some of the coolest moments in the original series, to me.