But first, a special interview with me, ScarebabyForDie!

I: Your new record "Groan" has finally hit the shelves and the response is amazing! I had to buy ten copies myself!

Me: Uh, great. It's a very important project for me and I'm glad to see go well.

I: What do you do when you're not writing music or clever parodies or remixing the President's congressional speeches into funky techno/polka songs?

Me: I read a lot of comic books. A.L.F. was a big inspiration to me, even from an early age.

I: I noticed you mentioned ALF a lot in your backwards songs, along with the name that cannot be named here.

Me: Oh, you mean Sauron?

*SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEECH*

I: Say not that foul tongue anymore!

Me: Wierdo.

I: Rumors have been flying around that you are dating Die from Dir En Grey, the Japanase rock band...true or false?

Me: Like I'd tell you.

I: Oh, please.

Me: No.

I: Pretty please with cherries on top?

Me: Ok. No. But he will be mine. Allllll mine! Heh heh heh.

I: You'd make a wicked couple.

Me: I'm sure. I'm sure.

I: Now I get to ask you if you'd like to have dinner with me tonight?

Me: Do I have a choice?

I: Guess not.

Me: Can we have the grilled chicken tv dinner tonight? I've been saving it.

I: Sure. G'night folks.

Next week: The World in Crisis

My kitty costume is coming along nicely. Made some ears and paws today. Tomorrow, I will make the tail and sew the ears onto the rest of the costume. But now, I must sleeeeeeep.

Had a great time tonight. Partied with friends. Got my arse kicked in video games but my friend was screaming her head off from frustration. Very funny. Hmm. Downloaded some funny videos, including one with a bunch of J-rock visual artists playing Duck Duck Goose. Also very funny.

Well, the weight loss is beginning to show. I'm a nine. Between eight and ten. Jeans only come in even numbers. So it's either a denim tent or jean material turned spandex. A peculiar predicament. So I have been wearing my bikini swimsuit instead. All the time. Everywhere. Guys always look. Heh. I must admit, I do have a nice body. I think I'm getting terribly conceited. But really, when I'm thirty, I probably won't be getting compliments like that so I'm determined to get as much of them right now.

So now he just wants to be friends, eh? Ah. So it was a game. Grr. Well, no skin off my back.

I'm ready to lock horns with the next bronco! Heh heh.

Men are such whiners. Nanby-panby men make me ill. Grossly-masculine men make me ill, too. Ah. Die is always there for me. Sigh.

*stares dreamily at her Die picture montage on her ceiling*