realistically speaking

For those waiting with bated breath--the nailpolish is gone, no stains, breathing again.

Yes, I'm sure that this was a worry to everyone.

The Warren

Sloppy and Bryante had a tragic break-up at around six this morning, in various stages of loud and louder, in which Bryante, finally fed up with Sloppy's constant attentions, somehow--don't ask me how, according to what I understand of physics, this is *not possible*--leaped *over* the halfwall between his portion of the fortress and the atrium, down to Reggie. This is a good three Bryante-lengths distance. I'd be impressed if it hadn't scared me to death.

You know that the break-up was bad when anyone goes to Reggie for comfort. Reggie has all the tact, subtlety, and well, empathy as toilet paper. This is so sad.

But there have been signs. The arguing, the refusing to cuddle, the desire to chew paper instead of pile together, constant spraying of all available surfaces (and I mean, all. Available. Surfaces. And guess what? I'm a surface! God.), an unwillingness to share carrots--I mean, this tragedy is really only a surprise to Sloppy. I think all of us watching pretty much saw this coming a mile away.

Mr. Waffles, AKA The Rabbit That Bit Me, is still zenning out in the penthouse and is above all pettiness. When I woke up this morning, however, the mess of their cage was--I mean, I have no words. You'd think I keep those rabbits in squalor. Oh God, I sound like my mother talking about me and my sisters. But seriously! Newspaper--not just shredded, but *destroyed* and wrapped around objects in ways eerily reminiscent of toilet-papering a house. All of them are *fingerquote* marking territory */fingerquote* like it is going out of style. Pretty much the only thing I can say to this is thank God for vinyl tile. Thank God, thank God, thank God.

In other news--wait. Did I ever say I had a life? Right. Never mind.

Coffee

On Friday, Best Friend kidnapped me for coffee and food at Austin Jaffa--no, that's SG1--Java, right. I think. It's generally downtown past sixth and in a fairly older neighborhood. The coffee was excellent, the queso was worth its weight in cheese, but I can say now that never will I ever eat turkey sausage again. I--it's this weird consistency thing. It's like a hotdogish type mushy thing going on. Not something I was really ready for.

Right. Coffee. Saturday I took my mother to Central Market. She is not a huge fan, since it's a.) kind of large and twisty and b.) the salespeople need to seriously remove yuppie stick from too-tight ass. But they always have cool bread and cheese samples, and I usually try to get something that won't give me nightmares in the strange food family (see, blue cheese, *twitch*). Also, I was looking for new lettuce for my rabbits.

Okay, I was pricing *butter lettuce* and Boston head red lettuce for my rabbits. Okay? Fine.

Yes, it all comes back to the rabbits.

Okay, serious good times in the coffee section. God, the *smell*. I picked two I've already mentioned here, and the employee choice one, which smells like a lot of different coffees and kind of scares me. The cherry chocolate cordial is kind of like a chocolate covered cherry, and the vida dolce thing is--well. You know, it reminds me fainty of really really good dessert, but like, hard vanilla cookies covered in chocolate or something. Yeah, something. This one smells like *coffee*--strong, don't sleep, live-and-die-wired coffee. So I keep wanting to save it for a day I really need to be awake, since I only got enough for one pot.

I think my next adventure in coffee might be the Ethopian triple roast dark (insert more words here meaning Freakishly Strong Coffee). I mean, at this point, just to prove I can. Looking at it was a lot like looking into a black hole--no light escaped. I just don't see this being *tasty*. I see it being so close to a controlled substance that they might ID me leaving the store, but tasty? Not so much. I tend toward the light or medium roasts for home; espressos and things that can double as cleaning fluids are for coffee shops, where I can pay to twitch and pour in inordinate amounts of sugar, the better to get the double shot of sugar rush and caffeine rush.

For those of you who have seen me and the sugar container bond--yeah. Pretty much like that.

And that covers my report on current happenings. Sent a story to beta, sent Child to my sister's for swimming, and have three days until The Great Seaworld Adventure, and two days until I get to spend an entire day in my jammies in bed, drinking coffee and watching SGA season two reruns to prep myself for the new season. Oh the hardship fo watching Trinity again.

covers! for me! yay!

So in more fascinating and very squee worthy news, I got two absolutely *stunning* covers for A Touch of Your Hand, or, The Porny One, in the Desert. I think I should just go with a theme here--one for every major weather occurance. We have rain, we have desert. I suppose subarctic and tropical rainforest should be next.

Anyway.

dacey sent me this last week, and ohmygodsocool. Also? Guh. Dear God, John.

( by dacey )

And hermine posted this in my lj today!

( by hermine )

My reaction to both has been pretty much guh. Oh God, guh. Dear God, guh. *hugs to both* Thank you so much. They're absolutely stunning, and totally making my week so much better. *hugs hugs hugs* Better than cookies icon, because you are both freaking *fantastic*. Thank you so much.