After a night of text exchanges - as we all know my favorite form of communication - with Mystery Girl I felt bad for my Lawyer. Serially? Lady I told you where I am and who I am with so step off and stop bugging me. I'll have to put a kibosh on more texts - I'll burn through my monthly stipend in no time. As it is, I got home from the 'Box and found no email (one was promised). This morning though I have said email - from 1am - and indeed three photos were dumped in there as well as these questions:


Sleep with Pamela Anderson or Lindsey Lohan?
Watch a football game or go to one?
Stay up late or wake up early?
Have sex or make love?
Take an airplane or drive?



.... and now I realized I need an f'n bbcode plug in so I can get the quote tags working. *sigh*.

No response to me drawing the sand for Wednesday night.

Oh, and a very haunted driving experience for us West-O'ers this morning. I was totally expecting Rage Infected '28 Days Later' folk to zip out, belch blood, and attempt to eat me while stuck in traffic.