yeah, right. dip me in shit and call me stinky. i am happy. thanks to my pal karl, i now have this lovely, handy-dandy live journal. thanks, karl! it fits, it doesn't make any noises, and it doesn't make me want to vomit into a bloomingdale's bag. which is more than i can say for a select few gifts i have received in years past for my birthday. (which, incidentally, is saturday.)

anyway, i will write more Meaningful fodder later. now i hear screaming from the kitchen. time to take on my daily role as the maternal *deus ex machina*.

ciao, babe.