Hmm, how random was "Love is..." today? So random it is. I actually move around in a normal car or in my bike, which I prefer way better *patpats bike*. I'm like a bit of a disaster (alright, a huge disaster) as to locate back where the car is parked. I just walk around randomly, and bf takes advantage of it, and when we are near he runs, gets in the car and locks the doors from the inside, so I am left outside pretty pissed off while he giggles :evil: Yeah, ha, ha, so not funny when people look at you like wtf?. This afternoon we went to the mall and he did that to me again. But hey, I'm a woman of resorts so I just kick the car. Guess what? The locks are miraculously open. Well, not by themselves, I'm not a professional car thief or anything, bf opens them :roll: My kicks to the car hurt him more than if I was kicking his b*lls. Go figure :lol:

Hmm, I'm a kinky mood today, which I'm sure will strike you all since I'm well known around for being a prude. However a certain someone woke me up at my funny hour and well, the feeling kinda lasts :lol: By the way, I'm afraid I scared the hell off such person. Meh. Bad, bad BM.

So, I'm so gonna blame Ben (the awaker), together with my sista Ada, Anna, Andre, Gwen and Ash for either giving me the idea or encouraging me to take the first available flight to Chicago, break one of my bones and fly off to the ER. Yeahhhhhhhh babe. Dr. John Carter, here I come!!! :twisted:

-The thing being that my sista had an ear infection and went to the ER in NY. She told me that some doctor there was pretty cute. So my kinky alert buzzed (hmmm, Dr.Carter :twisted: ).

-Then Anna posted for me and just for ME a picture of him in her blog, despite she doesn't know him and doesn't find him hot *gasps*. Much appreciated, dearest (hmmm, Dr. Carter :twisted: ).

-Then Andre and Gwen made these blogs with hotties and go guess... Noah Wyle made it in both lists (hmmm, Dr. Carter :twisted: ).

- Then, my KG sister Ash MD totally encouraged me in my crazy idea (poor thing, I think I had a terrible effect on her while we shared that little apartment in Gutterland before moving to the KG house). She told me I should break my fibula. Ouch :? I'm still figuring it out how to do it without breaking my tibia but she promised me painkillers *cough* happy pills *cough* and help to fake an allergy to casts so I'm properly treated for longer (hmmm, Dr. Carter :twisted: )

And not only that, she proposed we could take advantage of the fact that we crossed the pond to fly over to NY to sightsee *cough* get a hot CSI detective to pull around my wheelchair *cough*. Man Ash, I know your pms meant the best but you are so not helping :lol: (Hmmm, Mr. Messer :twisted: )

-And last but not least Ben. He is making me risk my job and end with my bones (even a broken fibula and most probably a tibia) in jail for raiding his apartment. Bad, bad Ben.

You are all meanies but I love you soooooooooo much :D

Geeeeeeeeee, will you look at him?? Hmmm, Dr. Carter :twisted: He is not even watching it coming...

Calvin and Hobbes is propriety of Bill Watterson and Universal Press Syndicate.

Hey Mom, when's lunch? Later Calvin. I'm busy. But I'm hungry now! I wanna eat! A map to the refrigerator. Hilarious.