This is strange. I feel like I'm on Talos again.

Current Mood: confused

I seem to have taken a sudden left turn at I Don't Know Where and have been moved to somewhere in the middle of California. As far as useless technology goes, I should have been fine, but I can't seem to move myself, either.

I truly am stuck.

*chokes on beer* This is unsettling. And I don't understand the reference.

This looks about right

Also, my puppy is now a dog. A very large dog, that enjoys putting its wet, cold nose right between the shoulder blades of anyone sleeping in my bed, including, but sadly not limited to, myself.

I need to find girls with cold dog nose fetishes now. This does not bode well for my sex life.

Hello, ladies. Look at your man. Now back to me. Now back at your man. Now back to me. Sadly, he isn't me. But if he stopped using badly scented cologne and switched to Tiberius he could smell like he's me.

Look down. Back up. Where are you? You're on a boat with the man your man could smell like. What's in your hand? Back at me. I have it. It's an oyster with two tickets to that thing you love. Look again. The tickets are now diamonds. Anything is possible when your man smells like Tiberius and not a lady.

I'm on a ship.

Honestly. Is nothing private on that ship of yours?

No matter how happily a woman may be married, or very nearly so, it always pleases her to discover that there is a really nice man who wishes she were not.

Caesar, darling.

I would like to invite you to be a guest at the Palace. MY guest. At your convenience, of course.

Leonard, darling, I've been reminded of Valentine's Day, which begs the question: will you be my Valentine?

Oh, and of course, is there anything in particular that you'd like as a gift? I have to confess, I'm woefully ignorant in terms of this holiday. I haven't practiced it in a very long time.

We haven't set a date (I think), or a place (I think), though we've decided on a theme (small). But, Leonard has asked for my hand (though he has two of his own) and I have agreed.

We're getting married.

Current Mood: giddy

Leonard, darling...

You never did get around to asking your question.

So. Anne. Question.

SHIT!

Who the hell convinced him to put me in charge?

Going to get good and drunk.

Hate the holidays.

Leonard, darling...

As much as I adore your ship, tonight I'd much rather sleep in my own bed and I'd prefer it even more were you there to share it with me.

Where the hell is the rest of my family?

People seem to take a great deal of pleasure in posting compromising pictures of me on the internet.

this one is me.

this one is airbrushed, or I'm a teenage girl.

Just to be clear.

Anonymously Posted (It's too good to resist.)

Alright. So we need a few good beings to go into space with us. Natives of the planet Coruscant are especially needed, though anyone familiar with the planet would be of immense help.

If you don't want to travel with us, any information your provide will be paid for, and we'd be grateful to have it.