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As most of my readers know, I have a profile on OK Cupid. It has been a source of amusement, and occasional annoyance. Mostly I created the profile to answer quizzes, because frankly I'm abit shy about the whole *in person* dating thing. Just imagine the whole getting skittish kitty out from under the bed to meet someone she's met online with no relevance to anyone else. After a couple of less than happy occurances, I finally went back and reveiwed my profile. I decided it needed changing. This is what it says:

My self-summary:
I'm an open minded, 32 year old photographer. I'm into art, and being artistic. I am into cooking, chatting on the computer, taking walks, hiding from sunlight, and animal and human rights. I am the mommy of 4 cats, but no human children. I'm shy, but can be pulled from my shell. I like scifi, fantasy, and horror books and movies. Also true crime. I long for a career as an artist photographer. I don't drink alot, and don't smoke.
and:
I spend a lot of time thinking about:
My characters. Either for role play, or story writing.

In other words I let the geek flag fly. I decided to be honest, instead of fakely deep. I have a full, rich fantasy life. It also says, clearly, that I am married and poly. Anyway, just this week, I get three different new "hits" from my local area. ALL GEEKS! I've decided to repost their initial e-mails, not because I feel the need to cruelly mock them, but because I'm just tickled. It's funny! And it's cute! And I am sincerely flattered. It's kinda like the memo got out. "Hey...HEY!..There is a chick gamer on the OK Cupid! Go message her! She might come play with us! I'll have to wash my shirt...maybe..."

So here they are. Again let me stress, as I may one day point out my blog to any of these guys, that my intent is not to be mean. Just so delighted that I want to share.
( The Geek Messages )

This is the problem with LJ, we all think we are so close, and we know nothing about each other. I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about.


I hope to get some interesting questions. I promise to be completely candid. My political carreer was shot to Hell by hanging around with [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], and [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] years ago. As for whether I am close to people on my LJ, yeah, there are some who are better known than others, but I have few that have approached as strangers. I'm not a big LJ shopper. People that I read are people that are friends of friends, or straight friends (or gay friends...what have you.)

Now for the rant...

Aarons Rent a Couch is a tool of the Devil. Yeps. They are evil. They draw you in because they don't do credit checks, and charge the same prices for furnature that has already had someone's ass on it, as new. Let me tell you something folks, furnature is not like coins, or collectable dolls. It is actually much like a car. The minute it hits your floor, no matter *how* well you take care of it, it depreciates in value. If you are broke, and lame, you're better off combing your paper for furnishing, and eastate sales, or scanning your local thrift stores for a couch. Can I get an Amen, Sister Helly? I know you worked for a rental breifly.

So today we're getting the money sucking Aaron's monkey off our back. We've *called* the folks to come get these lovely sunset colored couches since yesterday. They were supposed to come today between 9 am, and 1 pm. It's now almost 3. The best answer I have got all day is, "You're on the list.." Meintime our new couch, a sectional that we bought for 100 dollars from a Timeshare Condo (complete with pull out bed) is sitting on the back of a truck that is getting rained on.

UPDATE: Everyone showed up roughly after I was done writing the above. I didn't even get the chance to post it yet. They got the rentacouches out, and Brian and his helpers managed with much sweating, swearing, and straining to get the new couches in. They are damp, and I am tasked to decide where this stuff will go. It may not be "perfectly" placed for awhile, and that's alright with me. I have the air up to dry the wet spots, and will be Fabreezing everything shortly. OH, and heh, because someone wrote some crap on our paperwork, we almost got accused of having a TV we didn't buy. Geeze. *flips Aarons off heartily, then sicks [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] on them to cuss and redeam his manhood.