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Drama Queen with a Broadband Connection
She of the Drama
- E.A.P
- Welcome to the FyF. I am your Tsarina, absolute ruler of its snazzy design and soporific content. I have been keeping this website for over year, so obviously I have way too much time on my hands. I rule it with an iron fist, subjugating frivolous thoughts, food descriptions, personal photos, and bellyaching with diligence and for the good of society, but also because it amuses me.
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Archived Decrees
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2005
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May
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- "If you could see it then you'd understand"
- Another weekend, another wedding.
- a game of cat and . . . ant, I guess.
- Inertia is my motor. *
- Whither naiveté?
- A Beautiful Blur of an Evening (in pictures)
- "If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere."
- Goodbye, Sweet (Pink-Nailed) Pea.
- "This party is gonna be off the hook."
- In an alternative universe . . .
- Grovers: does this sound familiar?
- So hot right now!
- Virginia is for Lovers
- Now entering previously uncharted territory.
- brown paper packages tied up with string . . .
- The Entree At Last
- To Tide You/Me Over . . .
- Once again, McSweeney's comes through for me.
- For SHAME!
- He shall neither slumber nor sleep.
- Behold the Cheetah-Belly
- The Parents Are Coming! The Parents Are Coming!
- Erica Fall Down, Go Boom
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May
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Allied Majesties
- a hundred indecisions
- Binary Smiles
- Blue Stockings
- Brummagem Hammer
- Coffee Spoons
- fight2type
- Frosty Chocolate Milkshakes
- Graceful Peaceful German Fisher
- greensing
- I think I need another cup of coffee.
- L'Havre
- Less of the Shadow
- Philosopher's Playground
- Poetry and Scotch
- Pragmaticism
- redhurt machine
- Risking Enchantment
- RooRides
- The Plankiest Blog
- The Sighings Of An Idiot
- theblushingmuse
- Up the Down Staircase
- V E N K M A N
- visions and revisions
- When in Rome . . . Think.
- writing in the margins of my mind
- You and the Cap'n
3 comments:
Aww, it's a little furball!
We bought Moses a little bed like that...and he hated it so much. If we would put it on a chair or something for him, he would knock it off and lie down on the chair. I think he was too big for it.
Anyway, just have to tell you again how devistatingly beautiful you are in that picture on the side bar. When/where is that from?
Phew! Just give me a moment to catch my breath. That was quite the compliment! Thanks!
That is from the Extravaganza in 2004. I wore the red dress (I also wore to my rehearsal dinner) and red lips, because it's not Erica attending a formal w/o the bright lips. This is from the picture of K and I where we were doing our "Super Secret Agent" pose (it's a habit, by now ;) and my elbow looks unnaturally bent. It has been known to frighten the heck out of people. I'm just sayin'.
As to Sr. Moses' bed arrangment: what a diva! At first Percy didn't even notice it since she was too busy sitting on our laps, climbing everything in sight, and adapting to her new home. Soon, when the boring old work days kicked in, she took to napping there occasionally and she seems fairly content with it. It's the perfect size for her, so I can't imagine a cat with 10lbs on her being comfortable in it. Kicking it around, however, sounds like a little more drama than the situation warrants. Just the sort of cat I can love! :-D
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