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Imp FAQ

impqueen — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 22:55:14 GMT

Yeah, I got some email today. So rather than answer all of you (sorry, I don't have that many pairs of panties to send out), here's the shit.

Do you even ~go here? Yes.

I have no idea who you are. Neither do I. When I figure it out, I'll let you know.

I know who you are, and why the hell are you back? Because I missed you sorry-ass motherfuckers. And also because Morbid promised me something shiny. It turned out to be a tinfoil hat, but whatevs.

So are you taking over again? No. I'm not administrating jack shit. Jaded has been kicking ass without me, she earned it, and you benches better worship her ass because she works like a slave to keep this site running, which was not something I was willing to do for free. She's a sexy bitch and a saint. And Morbid is still Morbid.

What do you think of (insert drama I missed here)? I don't care. I mean, I really don't care. I missed writing, I missed making Swivel grit his teeth in that weird hate/desire combo thing he has going, I missed the couch. I did not miss the drama, I don't wanna hear about the drama, and I'd rather slit my wrists vertically with a sharpened Twizzler than listen to the drama. Unless you have really good gossip I can discuss over the phone with Morbid and Jaded, then fire away.

Why were you gone? Because I have the singular bad habit of liking to pay bills and eat, and I had to do that for awhile. And also because I was burned out, tired, cranky, and not feeling very sexy about the interwebz in general. I'm over it.

Will you have my babies? No, but I might be willing to help you practice. Send pics and a recent financial statement.

That is all.

Sake, iTunes, Talking Jesus, and Why My Head Hurts

impqueen — Sat, 22 Nov 2008 13:52:40 GMT

My head hurts because I drank too much sake last night. The thing about sake is that (A) Imp has no "off" button and (2.) it sneaks up on ya.

So i'm sitting in my living room with Our Lord and Savior, Talking Jesus. We'd grabbed dinner out and on the way back he's all "Hey, didn't you have some sake? We could exchange iTunes stuff and drink sake and hang out, and it would be awesome" and I'm all "You'll probably want to load up your fantabulous collection of 80s hair bands, ew, and for that I will need more sake."

Which was not fair because Jesus is (K.) not really all that old, actually and (42.) an 80s punk legend. So his taste in music runs toward Cowboy Mouth and Psychedelic Furs and Joe Strummer and whatnot.

Ask me if I love the Mescaleros. Go on, ask. Heh.

So we go back to my place, and we get a little bit sake'd up, and we're playing Dueling iTunes laptops. He's on my loveseat with Big Sluggo Pug. I'm in my dad's old recliner with Max, my spoiled small pug, and Elphaba, my spoiled black pug puppy, a Halloween present from said deity. She is snuggly, but she likes to lie on the laptop. Imp+ sleeping puglets+laptop+sake = poor musical judgement.

I remember at one point suggesting that we drunk-dial Satan to ask his opinion on the latest Cure and REM offerings. (Jesus bought 'em, I am cheap and will pirate later.) TJ's all "Nah, you know he's watching Abbie on NCIS and jerking off, don't bother the man, what's wrong, baby, don't you trust me?"

I should have known then something was going to be terribly wrong in the morning.

So this morning I get up and stumble out of bed wearing a green blanket and nothing else. Because hi, it's November. A girl needs a blanket. I put the dogs out, shoot some Goody powders chased with Alka-Seltzer and Emergen-C, and sit down to see what kind of damage I have done to my iTunes account.

Aw, LAWDY.

Jesus does this shit on purpose, y'all. I have known this man for most of my life and I should be well aware of the dangers of drunken iTuning, but noooooo. Hi, my name is Imp, and i'm a tard with wildly eclectic musical taste.

My iTunes email thanked me for my purchases. Which consisted of the following:

- Morris Day & The Time, "Jungle Love" AND "The Bird"
- ASIA, "Only Time Will Tell"
- Boris Kovac, "Tango Apocalypso"
- Britney Spears, "My Only Wish This Year"
- The Waitresses, "Christmas Wrapping"
- Rob Thomas, "Little Wonders"
- Heaven 17, "Let Me Go"
- Meat Beat Manifesto, "Helter Skelter '97"

and i'm sure the rest of the receipts will be following soon enough. I vaguely remember wondering why I couldn't get the Some Kind Of Wonderful soundtrack on iTunes. Or the Pretty In Pink soundtrack. And then realizing that really, i should have called it a night way before I got to John Hughes movies. Or Britney.

And that, best beloved, is why I have yet to update the front page. My head hurts. It might be a hangover, but it's more likely musical shame.

:cheers:

Imp Has a Facebook

impqueen — Sun, 07 Sep 2008 12:59:41 GMT

After bowing to pressure from people who will probably not even be my Facebook Friends, I got a Facebook.

Yes, I am a lemming. And you should be my new facebook friends, because otherwise I will feel unloved.

My facebook name is ImpQueen Monarch, because Facebook is a wuss and would not let me use Imp Queen, so I had to use my real name. Sorry about that.

If you wanna add me, do it.
http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1479964374

wrrrronnnkk is the noise my brain makes

impqueen — Thu, 17 Jul 2008 16:41:53 GMT

I applied for a job this morning. Those of you who get called for references, be nice and tell the city that yes, I can answer the 911 phone and type in data without shrieking or hanging up on abused children.

There was a weird dream last night in which someone was building a bridge, and all the supports were statues of women's legs. It was quite a pretty bridge, but i wondered about stability.

I play "Compliant Patient Roulette" with a dear friend of mine and it's not as fun as it sounds. He's all "are you doing blah blah blah" and i'm all "shuttup, dick", and he's all "No, you shuttup" and I'm all "Well, are you being compliant and blah blah blah?" and he's all "Bubble bubble bubble", because that's the noise his bong makes. Fortunately for my hopes of future employment said bong is located in another state, so all this happens on the phone. (Note to future employers: yes, I will pass a drug test. No, i do not hit the bong. Just noting.)

We are at a stalemate, my bubbly friend and i. He wants me to sleep with this thing that pumps oxygen into my face and i told him to stop talking about Jesus like that. I want him to stop doing home repair for friends until he's laid out for a week and utterly exhausted. He tells me that monkeys might fly out of his butt. Neither of those things appears to be happening right now.

Ah, the course of true friendship. :love:

Morbid and i are in podcasting meh mode, meaning that we'll get to it when we get to it, assuming we get to it. We might. We might not. We haven't decided. In case y'all haven't noticed, Morbid is recalcitrant to persuasion except by stunningly beautiful brunettes, of which i am not one.

My brain is kinda jello. I've blogged not a lot of stories, but a couple of particularly heinous ones this week. What's with the C-named evil bitches, huh? Between Cara and Casey i am feeling a little off-kilter, nearly Suzanne Vega left of center.

So i'm gonna go watch Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog. You should too. I love Dr. Horrible. He's The Awesome.

I Get Bi With A Little Help From My Friends...

impqueen — Mon, 14 Jul 2008 23:59:16 GMT

I'm currently comparing two "I Kissed A Girl" songs - the one by Katy Perry that's tearing up the airwaves, and the one by Jill Sobule that, in my opinion, is less rocker-cool but definitely girly-awesome.

Here they are. Which do you like? Katy, Jill, neither, or both? And the big question... if you're a girl, would you? Have you? Would you do it again? What else would you do? ;)

Katy Perry - I Kissed A Girl

Jill Sobule - I Kissed A Girl

That damned survey :)

impqueen — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 22:59:55 GMT

Basics

Name: Imp Queen, World Monarch. You can call me imp, though.
Date of Birth: September 24
Birthplace: Dallas, Texas
Places you have lived: Dallas, Austin, Houston, TX; Denver, CO; Missouri; other places
Current Location: outer Ozarkia

Eye Color: varying shades of green
Hair Color: varying shades of red
Height: 5'3"
Innie or outtie: innie
Heritage: WASP with a dash of Comanche and Apache and a side of Southern Belle.
Piercings: Yes. Three of them are not currently in use.
Tattoos: I have two.
Favorite Movie: Monty Python and the Holy Grail, Spinal Tap, Best In Show
Disney Movie: Beauty and the Beast
TV show: Criminal Minds, although I kinda like Swingtown right now.
Motorcycle: New Triumph Bonneville T100, or vintage twin Triumph engines on a Norton featherbed frame - a Triton.
Brand of car: I drive a Miata. What i really want is a 1956 Jaguar XK120 roadster or a Triumph TR-3.
Truck or Car: Convertible, baby.
Color: British racing green, red, black, gold.
Food: Yes.
Pizza topping: Cheese. Lots of cheese.
Ice-Cream Flavor: Birthday Cake or Mississippi Mud
Drink (alcoholic): Shiraz, Bordeaux, Cabernet.. or a really good bourbon.
Soda: Dr. Pepper.
Store: All of them - LUSH is my biggest weakness.
Clothing Brand: Chanel for suits, otherwise I'm not picky as long as it looks good and feels nice.
Shoe Brand: Hollister flip-flops, currently.
Season: All of 'em
Month: I like September.
Holiday/Festival: Christmas and Elder Impspawn's birthday are both in December, so that.
Flower: Tiger Lilies, tulips, and unusually colored roses.
Make-Up Item: Without mascara and lipgloss i might as well die.
Board game: Chess, Risk, poker if you put it on a board.

This or That

Sunny or rainy: I love the rain, but it kills my hair. So sunny, usually.
Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate.
Lake or Ocean: Ocean, but the lake is closer
Fruit or veggie: Berries
Meat or Potatoes: Yes.
Night or day: Both. I sleep in shifts, it's weird.
Sour or sweet: Every life needs both to mean something.
Love or money: I have love. I could use money.
Phone or in person: Both, plus internet.
Looks or personality: Personality, because you can always turn out the lights and everyone's ugly at ninety anyway.
Coffee or tea: Coffee
Hot or cold: Both!

Your:

Goal for this year: Getting paid to do anything, getting thinner.
Most missed memory: Ballet. I wish I could go back and do it again.
First thought waking up: "What did i miss? Gotta check the site!"
Greatest ambition: Getting paid to write, getting thin and beautiful, getting healthier.
Greatest fear: I'm not afraid of very much.
Darkest secret: I'm not telling you. ;)
Strangest received gift: The devil clock, probably, or the fabulous Edward Gorey lunchbox, or the giant chess pawn, although the Hello Cthulhu shirt was up there.
Worst habit: I drink too much, and I eat too much.
Favorite leisure activity: Reading.
Favorite pet: My pugs, Max and Sluggo
Hunt or fish: Sunbathing.
Snow Ski or Water Ski: Yes.
Sail boat or Motor Boat: Jetski! But I love my motor boat and I drive too fast.

Do You:

Smoke: The rare Cohiba, otherwise no.
Drink: Yes, entirely more than I should.
Curse: Less than you'd think, actually.
Shower daily: Or take a bath, yes. A day without a LUSH Sex Bomb is a day without expensive bath products, and that day sucks.
Like thunderstorms: Yes.
Dance in the rain: Both real and manufactured.
Sing: Yep, although not usually in public.
Play an instrument: Yes, none of them well.
Get along with your parents: Yes.
Believe in fate: I think we make our own destiny.
Believe in love at first sight: Yes.

Can You:

Drive: Like a bat out of hell.
Sew: Enough to get elastic on ballet slippers.
Cook: Yes, but i don't very often.
Speak another language: Yes.
Dance: Yes.
Sing: Yes.
Touch your nose with your tongue: Nope, i have a little tongue.
Whistle: Not very well, actually
Curl your tongue: Yes.

Other Questions:

What annoys you most in a person? Failure to listen, narrow thinking, too high an opinion of one's own intelligence without accompanying experience.
Are you right or left handed? Ambidextrous, although I write with my right hand.
What is your bedtime? Earlier than you might imagine.
Name three things you can't live without: Talking Jesus, Impspawn, friends. And air.
What is the color of your room? red and gold, soon to be brown and pale blue.
Do you have any siblings? Two brothers, one sister.
Do you have any pets? The above-mentioned pugs and a hamster named Princess Consuela Bananahammock.
Would you kill someone you hate for a million dollars? I don't hate anyone that much.
What is you middle name? Daylight. Not even kidding.
What are your nicknames? imp
Are you afraid of the dark? no.
How do you want to die? with a lot of morphine on board and time to tell people i love them.
What is the last law you�ve broken? I've never been caught at any of them, but probably indecent exposure or speeding 20+ over limit.

i'm back, dammit. For a minute.

impqueen — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 22:37:30 GMT

This is the third time i've tried to post a blog entry saying, essentially, that i'm back for a couple of days. So, yeah. Back. For a minute. That's me.

Impmom is feeling better, although things are still up in the air on her treatment. That biopsy at Mayo Clinic is apparently having a wonderful time making veteran oncologists say "Hmmmm. That's weird."

Right now she is out of the hospital and on limited pain meds. She is getting around a little better every day and Impdad is not traveling for the time being, so he is local if not at home. This allowed me to come home for a few days and try to take care of some things at home.

Here is where i would like to note that Talking Jesus is a better housekeeper and launderer than i am. I'm very grateful.

For those of you who messaged or emailed or voice mailed me while I was gone, I hope you didn't think i was just being a bitch. I'm pretty sure I read everything and if i didn't respond, please know that it was only because i have been so sleep deprived I bump into walls and sniffle for no reason. Other communication has been pretty much limited to asking my mother what she needs, and getting it, whatever it might be.

There are some funny stories that I will tell sometime about the plumbing leak that ate my sister's ceiling, and the spiders in the pool filter, and my mom hallucinating. If i remember them later, i'll tell 'em. Otherwise, y'know, they were funny.

For those of you who sent me nice messages with good peaceful thoughts, I very much appreciated them. This next week i could use thoughts of bourbon, LUSH sex bombs, and naps, as those are the things i miss most. :)

I'll be driving back to the Imparents' house on Tuesday and after that, we'll see where we are. I hope to be back the same day, or at least within a few days. I dunno yet.

:heart:, imp

Holy Cats #432, because i got tired of counting at six

impqueen — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 02:08:07 GMT

Hm. Things with Impmom are better and maybe also worse.

I brought her home from the hospital today. Yanked the TPN and the PICC line (well, I didn't, the nurses employed by the hospital did) and took her off all the IVs. She is beginning to hold food down a little at a time. She has gone from no meds at all before this event to something crazy like eight prescriptions, all of which I picked up today. Naturally they did not give her enough Percocet so I will be calling to fix that tomorrow.

And it'll be next week on some results from her surgery. Because they're at Mayo Clinic being looked at by Mayo's own cell-looker-atters. That may not mean anything. Then again, it might mean something. It's not time to worry yet. Next week, if it's time to panic, I'll let you know so you can all say "there, there, don't panic" while I panic.

So this week is helping Impmom at home, which is easier than helping her in the hospital except there is more square footage to cover and no call lights. Even so, my dad has canceled his usual business trips to stay local, so he can alert me if she needs anything he can't manage.

Oh, and i get to teach my little 4'10" sister to drive a giant SUV by the end of the week so she can help next week, since i will be coming down only for dr's appointments by then. She has her permit. She's 15. I think this is a crazy idea, but whatever.

Oooh, and did i mention the giant plumbing nightmare from hell that my dad forgot about for four days until my little sister's bedroom ceiling started spewing rust-colored water onto her hardwood floors? Oh yeah.

And did i also mention that Elder Impspawn lost my mom's bichon-poodle mix dog that I was boarding at my house? Yeah. That too.

It's been fun, y'all, seriously, but i am so ready to get back to work here. Heh.

Holy CATS V - this is getting stupid, like bad movie sequels.

impqueen — Sat, 28 Jun 2008 16:07:57 GMT

I am home for the weekend to sleep because I spent last week not sleeping.

Impmom had some very bad days, but things are beginning to look better now. It sounds awful to say that things are better because they put in a PICC line, which is a long IV that goes from the upper arm into the chest, and started TPN (total parenteral nutrition) via IV. But that's an improvement because she was ICU-worthy for a few days.

So while she has had nothing by mouth for some nine or ten days now, at least her surgical oncologist is a rock star and is getting her body enough nutrition to begin to heal itself. TPN, potassium, phosphorous, IV blood pressure meds (her heart went to shit, too), oxygen, blah blah blah morphine, all this equals little steps toward healing.

The pancreas is shit. It's the Homeless Alcoholic Pancreas in a 60s Baptist Homeowner Body. It's literally calcified in places. So fixing it is going to be a bit slow, and may never be perfect. She's at much higher risk for pancreatic cancer now, but so far, that is a bullet we seem to have dodged. Some of the cytology on the liver isn't back yet, but I saw the pictures (her surgeon loves me) and it looks pretty good aside from a couple little spots that might be sketchy, but then again might not. We'll know more on that next week.

So I called in a hospice nurse friend to night-sit tonight. I trained my father. I alerted Impmom's surgeon/oncologist, her cardiologist, her hospitalist, and the nursing staff. And I came home to sleep, because I was starting to run into walls and babble incoherently. This is an awesome diet plan - I lost seven pounds last week. My mom lost 20, but they weren't feeding her.

I slept the hundred miles home and it beat hell out of that hospital recliner. When I got home, there was this GINORMOUS gift basket full of spa goodies from our member Lagerbatzi, who now holds my bubble bath debt in the palm of her hand. I was so surprised and so grateful - there was chocolate and candles and a vibrating sponge thingy that looks like fun, and lots of bath scrunchy poofy things, and yummy smelling potpourri and every possible lotion and bath gel and body spray and body cream and soap with pictures on it... I was totally spoiled and totally shocked, because damn. That was a lot of presents! (and THANK YOU, thank you, I cannot say thank you enough. :love:)

So I took a bubble bath and called Lagerbatzi and babbled my thanks and god knows what all else. And I called Morbid and babbled something, I've no idea what. And i popped open a 1996 Brunello di Montalcino Castello Banfi (thanks, Daddy!), took a bubble bath, and then settled in to watch a documentary on the site of a Fourth Dynasty Pyramid with my favorite Egyptology media whore, Zahi Hawass, and that's all i remember until morning. Talking Jesus and the elder spawn had cleaned my house and kept up the laundry, and I feel spoiled and pampered and totally exhausted. :)

I may yet recover enough this weekend to go back on Monday and start over. I called my dad and my mom had a pretty good night without me, so that's a good sign. Hopefully by this time next week I'll have her out of the hospital or close enough that I can come home for a little longer.

I miss you all. I have things to write but not enough brainpower right now to write them, so maybe after a couple more naps, huh? I can't wait to get back to normal around here. I miss writing, I miss hanging out with you guys, I miss everything. I hope to be back very soon.

Love, imp

Aw, holy CATS IV - And fuck you, Liver-man, you'll never get away with this.

impqueen — Tue, 24 Jun 2008 03:03:12 GMT

Sooooo...

It ain't just pancreatitis anymore.

Frankly, things are a leetle bit scary at the Impmom Hospitalization 500 today.

Plus side: she's now on my old floor, albeit a totally remodeled floor since i was here. Yay hardwood-look laminate flooring.

Yay also for PCA pumps, although she's having a hard time working it. i just punch the button for her every ten minutes.

Boo for fluid in the abdomen and pelvis; boo also for an albumin level of 2.4 without weight loss (an indicator of a liver that doesn't work right); boo for oh hey, we're gonna do biopsies on the liver and some nodes in the area and hey, let's see about getting the GYN dude in there while we're at it Wednesday.

Yay for a very good surgeon who does not fuck around.

Holy CATS III - The Revenge

impqueen — Mon, 23 Jun 2008 18:28:52 GMT

Ask me where i am right now. Ask me where i've been for the last however many days and nights it's been... i forget. Five?

My mother has had nothing by mouth except percocet since last Thursday morning. Between the percocet, the phenergan iv, zofran iv, morphine iv, and multiple other fun-enhancing intravenous medications, she hurts. While they work, she is hiiiiiiigh. Why? Because there's a rock in her pancreas. Thanks for that, you damned gallbladder.

As punishment for the pain, my mom's gallbladder is being executed via cholecystectomy tomorrow or Wednesday, pending the results of a cardiac stress test (the non-treadmill, IV with contrast kind) that she had today. If all goes well, I hope to go home by Friday, since Jesus has his whole side of the family coming to town for the July 4 week.

I am way, way tired, y'all. I sleep in catnaps and go to my parents' house long enough to check on the kids (my younger spawn is here in town with me, hanging at the 'rents' place with my little sister.) Maybe i snag a nap, and shower. Next time they bring morphine in here i'm gonna ask 'em to bring some for me.

On the plus side, this is an awesome diet plan for me - i don't eat in front of Mom, and she can't eat, so ... yeah. Heh.

when i'm alert enough to make sense i'll post some stuff. promise. I have myriad stories that will be funny later, they're just not funny yet. :) And there are some advantages to having my mother in the hospital where i spent most of my working years. Everyone is nice to me, even if they got here after I left - and as a result, my mother is getting outstanding care. (Outstanding = pain meds on time. Heh.)

I miss you all. I miss Jesus and Satan and Kathy and Hippie and all of you and even Morbid and possibly swivel, that mean deserting bastard. I miss my home. I miss podcasting. I miss my bed, and hopefully all this will get better soon. YAY for no more stones stuck in the maternal pancreas, as soon as possible.

In the meantime, I'll write as I can make sense. :D

Holy CATS, part deux

impqueen — Sat, 21 Jun 2008 10:00:04 GMT

Talking Jebus Crispies, y'all. Impmom is not well. In fact, I have never known her to even need morphine, much less had to advocate so strongly for pain control.

Pancreatitis is a right bitch, I know, but her pain was simply unbearable and very tough to watch yesterday. Finally it came under control about 5 pm, after multiple doctor calls. Why they haven't had her on a morphine pump I dunno, but an IV bolus every 2 hours, with IV nausea meds every 4 hours, was starting to take the edge off by last evening - after we got the dose doubled yesterday. Argh.

So today I go in with my gloves on and fight for a plan and better overall pain coverage (because even doubling the dose, it's not enough, and at her dosage there's room to go up). Meanwhile, TJ and impdad and spawn the second are headed to some space camp somewhere in Kansas to pick up my little sister, and some dumbass doctor wants to start my mother on liquids. Riiiight. that's gonna work out well.

I know, insert random medical bullshit here, but it's kinda what i'm doing right now until further notice. I love that the hospital has a good wireless signal because I'm prolly gonna be there all week. Fun!

Holy CATS.

impqueen — Fri, 20 Jun 2008 11:15:21 GMT

So i'm typing this from my father's giant monitor of doom at my parents' place. I'm heading out in about ten minutes to catch my mother's nurses before they go off-shift, so I can find out if she tried to run a marathon with her IV in during a morphine-induced haze overnight.

My mother is 66. She is usually healthy - the worst ever was a little ovarian cancer which was kind of a breeze compared to this. Yesterday morning she woke up in intense pain which has yet to get better - the puking started shortly before I arrived in Newton County, MO to take care of her. She's at the hospital where I used to work, back when I lived here.

Pancreatitis caused by gallstones migrating to places they aren't supposed to be - that seems to be the verdict this morning. Gah. Pancreatitis, if you don't know, hurts like a bitch and takes awhile to fix.

So if the front page looks a little thin, just know that I have not left. I will return, but right now I have to take care of Impmom. Because one impbro is in prison, one impbro is in Iraq, and little impsis is at space camp and, at 15, is largely unhelpful anyway.

I'll be getting articles up, but they may be at odd times or shorter than normal. Like today, I can pretty much promise it will be closer to noon before i'm on it - we'll see what happens when i get to the hospital.

BRB - i hope!

There's a Podcast In My Panties

impqueen — Mon, 19 May 2008 19:03:35 GMT

But nobody can see it.

Turns out I'm the only one of the Triumvirate Of Dreamin' Demon Podcasting Pain (that's me, Morbid and swivel, for those of you paying attention) who bothers to wear anything at all while we record our weekly podcast. This week it was Swivel in his Morning Pants (or mourning pants, whichever: either way, they do not count as attire) and Morbid in "Um, hang on, yo, I gotta pee" and nothing else, and me in my panties, a pair of mouse ears, and a lavender t-shirt.

Also this week we decided to just wing it and go without an agenda, and Morbid kept changing the subject and going "oh, I can fix it in editing." Which is true, but not entirely simple. After all, we're talking three tracks of varying sizes, then redos of stuff because Swivel kept quoting Romeo and Juliet at me, which was pretty hot, but totally unsuitable for podcasting. Once he started in on a pilgrim's kiss I just lost it and muted the mic while I snortgiggled, because snortgiggling? Not sexy.

So Morbid's been mixing. Lots of mixing. And uploading and scrapping and starting over, all so we can sound like morons on audio. I spent a lot of time giggling and saying nothing while the boys argued, so my contributions are slimmer than the 2000 electoral margin.

It is AWESOME. You guys are gonna love this one. Or not. But pretend you do, because I have a deep-seated need for approval.

And tell me my voice is kinda hot, even if you really think I sound like Juno. :D

Schweet!

impqueen — Sun, 18 May 2008 12:06:16 GMT

This blog feature is awesome. Of course, now I'll be playing with it instead of writing on the front page like I'm supposed to.

But Morbid's asleep. I won't tell if you won't. :D