Like the clock’s tick-tockings! Oooh, we should be together you and I!

I can guarantee you that most of you will have no clue what song that is, and that’s okay. But if you *do* know and you can post the song title and who performed it in a comment, I’ll give you a great big hug… at some point. 🙂 Depends how far away you are as to when that hug will take place. And no fair looking it up, either! (Unless you happen to be male, single, and rather charming. Then it’s all fair and you’re free to look it up. I’ll give you a hint; curly hair and dimples. 🙂

You know what’s funny? Ever since I posted my mother-load of an essay about me coming out of the Mormon-Closet, about a million and one Mormons have been frequenting my blog, and I theirs. It’s really quite interesting for a change. It’s very rare that I ever have an online friend that’s LDS. I think all in all, I’ve had three maybe that I’ve known about. Now all of a sudden I’m surrounded by them! Dan, Levi, Cameron, Renee, Stephen; where are they all coming from? Okay, granted, a great deal of them are in Utah, but it’s amazing how quickly Google is picking up on what I say, and bringing people to me. I quite like this influx of Mormon friends. I’ve gotten to email a few of them and it’s been simply fabulous so far.

So, on that note, I’m going to ask Google for some things and see how fast it will oblige. Ready? Here we go, in no particular order: One rich man willing to pay my way through college, The Cosby Show on DVD, a very nice honest Mormon boyfriend, Ottomar Rodolphe Vlad Dracula Prinz Kretzulesco should adopt me, my TV show should go on the air, an 18th century house in France, and a free BMW Z4 3.0. I don’t need or want all of that at once, just one or two things please, oh Master Google, Keeper of All My Wishes and Dreams.

Oh yeah, and before I forget: Richard Branson. 🙂 (old joke)

Next order of business, I have a threat to dish out. Fun, fun, fun. On September 9, 2003, some dolt dared to misuse my comments feature on the posts of “Are You Lonesome Tonight?” and “Excuse Me While I Toss My Cookies”. Those posts were as follows – “10? Wow.” and “*agrees with Alexi*” – both posted under the name of my dear friend and fellow Mormon blogger, Renee.

Neither of these comments were posted by Renee. It was… Faux-Renee!

Dun dun duuuuuuuuuuuu. Real-Renee was kind enough to trace the IP address of the fraud who impersonated her, and tracked the IP to Datapex.com of Daytona Beach, Florida. Faux-Renee, whoever you are, I’m warning you; quit this tom-foolery before I tom-whoop your sorry behind, got it? I will delete every comment you post, every sentence you type, and I will personally hunt you down digitally through your IP address if you do not stop. Rawr.

I have had a lovely day so far. My cousin Jen picked me up at round 11:00 this morning (I got to sleep in! Yay!) and off we went to the Botanic Gardens. We walked around for about two hours, I got some lovely pictures of her two girls, and then we went to lunch. After that, we spent the afternoon at a hilarious indoor playground at a big shopping mall; the playground was full of gigantic breakfast food play-frames. I followed little one-year-old Ella around as she swam through a big bowl of mini-wheats, ran around the top of a waffle, and lounged on a chaise of bacon. It was great! I got loads of fantastic pictures that I can’t wait to see full-size once I get home and transfer it all to my computer. After that she dropped me off back here at my Uncle’s house, and now I’m just resting up before we head out to dinner. I’m hoping to get some emails answered, but I still have to check-in online for my flight tomorrow. I love AirTran’s online system – I can even pick which seat I’m in. Hooray, I get to sit near the front! 🙂

I am really tired and my stupid headache’s coming back. I have had a headache every single night for the past two weeks. And you know what’s horrible? The naproxen that I have doesn’t even put a dent in the pain, and I only have one perkaset left. 🙁 I hope at least one of my doctors appointments next week is with the ole’ cutie Dr. Carroll so I can get some more, otherwise I think I may be forced to do something drastic. Don’t know what yet, but something. This is yet another instance where I only want Dr. Carroll for his prescriptions…