Although I've always loved Agatha Christie, I think my new favourite mystery writer is Mary Higgins Clark. I've read almost all of her novels to date. They were hard to put down, inevitably making me burn the midnight oil. I just *had* to know what happened next and the identity of the killer.
She's one of the few authors that can't put out new work fast enough for me. I usually read every day… while I'm waiting for the bus, during my lunch hour, in the tub (I think I need this) and right before bedtime. It is no wonder I go through books like crazy, eh?
I really should invest in an actual bookshelf eventually, because when I finish a paperback, it usually winds up under the bed or crammed into some random box, never to be seen again. :x I think I'll start Daddy's Little Girl tonight. It should join the other discards before the weekend is over, heh.

Martha and Ralph had a ten-year-old son named George. One day Martha was cleaning up around young George's room when under the mattress she discovered, to her horror, a couple of S&M Magazines.
Martha in a state of shock quickly ran to the living room, where Ralph was sitting in his leather recliner contemplating the mysteries of life while smoking his pipe.
Martha handed the magazines to Ralph and excitedly said “Look what I found in little George's room… What should we do ???”
Ralph thumbed through the magazines for a while, pondering what he saw…
Slowly, he took a drag from his pipe and, with great deliberation and somber wisdom, said “Well, Martha, we probably shouldn't spank him.”

Did you know some states are passing laws requiring anyone under 18 to obtain written parental consent before getting waxed? (Namely, the concern is over the bikini area [understandable, if they are a minor, I suppose], but some are even being equally strict about eyebrows!)
I just saw an application for an 18 year old girl with 3 children. That. blows. my. mind.
Another application came through with what must have been a very small town adddress… the tax assessors office for that county informed me they don't use house numbers, because they don't have a postman that delivers mail there. Doh!
I heard an interviewer pose an interesting question yesterday… If you were walking in the park and saw an attractive person walking a dog and an attractive person walking alone, which would you be more likely to approach and why? His point was that there is a the psychological implication that pet owners are more loving and compassionate, thus making them better mates. I think I subconsciously feel that way. I hadn't thought about it before now. I can't recall whom he was interviewing, but they are in the new romantic comedy film Must Love Dogs. He also wanted to know if that [not liking animals] was a dealbreaker when getting seriously involved with someone. Since I'd love to live in a house full of cats, it is pretty important to me, but I don't know if it would cause me to end a relationship or prevent me from pursuing one.

An Indiana woman has filed for divorce and sent her soon-to-be-ex-husband a bill for $500,000 in housework. It will be interesting to see what the court does with that. (She was in the news before when she went 'on strike,' refusing to keep house unless she got some help from her hubby. He made it up to her by showing up with flowers, dinner reservations and vacation plans for them. SUCKER!)

Moving went smoothly, and we were done in about a little over 4 hours. The guys really hustled, and I totally appreciated that. I got a good workout too, and I wasn't nearly as sore as I thought I would be the next day. I'm unpacking gradually, at my own pace. There's a few small things left at the old place to pick up and I have to clean it later this week. Since I've been so busy/stressed lately, I decided to take a little break for some 'me time.' I scheduled a blacklight body painting camshow (streaming w/ full audio) on CW for Tuesday @ 10:00pm EST.
I do love the new apartment! However, I'm extremely annoyed by people telling me where I need to put my furniture. (Suggestions are fine, but insulting my decisions isn't. Ahem, who's living space is this again?! Shouldn't I do with it as I please?!) Looking out my window at the rear of The Vogue is almost better than tv. I ran a streaming spycam out there for a while. The parking lot is always busy, be it with drunks clowning around or bands and their tour buses milling about. It is funny to see the things people do when they don't know they are being watched. Speaking of, there is a sushi restaurant back there and the chefs sit outside on their breaks. I've noticed they have started angling their chairs towards my building. My blinds are the wrong size- too short, so until the new ones come in, there is a clear view of me in whatever state of undress… It doesn't really bother me [considering the photos I post online show far more than they can see from a distance], but I don't want the aggravation of someone filing any sort of complaint about it either [even if they shouldn't be looking in my window]. I'm careful to make sure there are no children around when I'm camming, because they don't need to see that, really.
Getting to the office this morning was a challenge, unfortunately. There was a detour on my bus route, causing me switch buses and to be late to work. It completely through off my day. On the bright side, I did re-discover how cheap, quick and easy it will be to take the bus [or walk] to go shopping, out to eat, to the grocery, for coffee/drinks, to the salon, or to see a movie. This is a great area for someone who doesn't drive. i think it will, in effect, cause me to go out more often, and that would probably be good for me.

I know I tend to be an odd mix of overly analytical and, shall we say, emotionally aware (basically, a trainwreck, ha!), but does anyone else regularly take inventory on their life? I mean, step back, look at everything, and decide what (if any) changes you should make. I do that a lot- maybe even to the extent that it is unhealthy. Moving has really forced me to… compartmentalize my life… deciding what to keep, rediscovering the past, choosing, essentially, pieces of me to throw away, acquiring new 'parts'. That is exactly why it feels like so much of a new start each time I move… because it IS, and not just in tsuperficial terms like new surroundings to decorate and a different route to take to work.
With every passing day, I become more and more convinced that even the most mundane thing can have some sort of deeper meaning. Now that I think about it, I guess I've always felt this way. And, I've always felt incredibly isolated from those that don't seem to 'get it.' That feeling is something I've evaluated and would I'd like to change. It is one of the very few things that makes me feel uncomfortable in my own skin. And yet, what a paradox it is- wanting to be different and just like everybody else.
This evening I officially begin moving and tonight will be my first night sleeping at the new place. I know I'm going to turn into Super BitchT for the duration of the weekend, but I can't help it. I can't handle the stress. Wish me luck, nonetheless.

In radio, a dj often uses something called 'show prep.' It's interesting little news tidbits, jokes etc to incorporate on the air (especially during morning programs) in 'talksets' [there are scheduled times in an hour when a dj is supposed to talk… that schedule is called an 'element clock' - it also tells you when to play commercials or 'sweepers', which are like little jingles for the station]. There are providers that charge for show prep, and it's a fairly lucrative gig, actually. After I left the business and began blogging, I subscribed to one of the free services. That is where many of the topics and opinion polls came from on my site(s). (Since I work full time, I don't always have time to scour the net for entertaining content, so it was a quick an efficient way to get it. I'd suggest it to other webmasters.)
It is relatively common for those free companies to go out of business. (Their sole income is from advertisers that wish to be included in each issue. Depending on how aggressively marketed, it's likely that won't generate enough to keep them in the black.) Well, you guessed it, my favourites disappeared. Damn! :( But, wait a minute…. Today, I began receiving show prep from them again- they're back! Yes!!!!
Don't get me wrong, I DO like personal sites/reading about someone's life- a lot, but I also like to have a little something more too, you know? Now, it will be easier for me to give both! This means good things for you AND for me! Hooray!

I was scared at first. It was very wide, and very long, and it angled straight up. I decided I had to try it once. I slowly and carefully eased myself onto it. It felt weird at first. Then I got used to it. I went up and down, and up and down on it. I was really loving it.
Now I ride on escalators all the time.

I took my fingers and slowly, gently stretched it apart. It was so pure and white. I licked it once, twice… I found I couldn't stop. I licked it faster and faster, and harder. I began to scrape my teeth against it. There it was, in my mouth! All sweet and creamy. I was done.
Then I threw away the outsides of my Oreo cookie.

I squeezed it gently at first, then a little bit harder. There seemed to be more and more of it. I moved it towards my lips. It was a strange and new sensation for me. I put it in my mouth and moved it around and around with my tongue. The time soon came when I knew I had to spit it out.
It was such a new experience the 1st time I tasted toothpaste.

It was laying limp in my hand. It was very long, kind of thin. I slid it between my fingers until I got to the end of it. I knew I was turning it on. It became firm in my hands, and the end was wet. Then it got very hard and began gushing out of the tip.
Then I took the garden hose and watered the bushes.

I really wanted to try but I didn't know if I could do it. I called my boyfriend. He said he knew all the ins and outs and would be happy to show me how it's done. He knowingly put his arms around me and we started. I nervously watched his every move in the mirror. Finally, he finished and slowly pulled back. I felt relieved that it was over.
I really hate neckties.

It looked warm and dark, and juicy and inviting. I wasn't sure just what I wanted to do with it. I carefully pulled it apart with my fingers to look into it better. I knew how great it would be if I just started eating it.
But I decided on catsup for my burger.

They were two of the biggest balls I had ever seen! They hung so heavy and low. I tried lifting them gently, but that wasn't enough. They had to be pulled, and I pulled on them very very hard. They finally came.
I moved them to a higher spot on the Christmas tree.

It was strange to come home to an empty apartment… to not have to worry about anyone sneaking out the door, twining around my ankles to trip me. It was a quiet night- the first full nights sleep I've has in a long time, with no one knocking things over and tearing around the place. The morning was awkward too- no one chattering at me wanting to be fed or grabbing my ankles on the way out. And there was no one to tell, “Bye Kiddie; love you. Be a good boy today, mommy will see you tonight.” *sappy* No one will be waiting at the window for me tonight (or for the next 2 years).
If you hadn't guessed, I took my cat to my parents last night [because I can't have pets at the new place]. He started exploring the moment I set him down. A few minutes later he was rolling around on the carpeting, nutting out with his toys. He loves having carpet! He dragged himself across an entire room getting his fur massaged and back scratched. No more 'flintstoning' (moving his legs, but slipping and sliding without going anywhere) on my hardwood floors.
I know he'll be happy. He's visited overnight there several times with me. My mom spoils him and I know she's glad to have the company. She needs a lil friend. The cat adores my Dad (who normally doesn't like felines, but we caught him petting Kiddie and talking to him, ah-ha!). At least, with them, there will always be someone there to keep my sweetie company, and I can visit anytime I like. I wonder if the main reason my parents wanted Kiddie was to lure me to come see them more often, heh. They are only about 30 minutes away, so dinner is do-able during the week, eh? Weekends, however, are mine, mine, mine! *Muhaha*
Packing commences tonight. I think it will then begin to set in that I'm really leaving. I'm so glad. I need this for my health- mental and physical.