It's only been a week and I'm already so sick of painfully slow satellite based internet connection that I could cry.

I'm sitting here right now waiting for all my mailboxes to sync so that I know I have everything offline when I turn off the connection. This is one of the single biggest drags about working on ships.

Also: Good luck with the geeky dance girl, omnis!

This is one of the single biggest drags about working on ships.

Even worse than pirates?

eta: Or scurvy? Rum, sodomy and the lash?

That does suck, SH. It seems like every time I turn around someone's talking about moving to Seattle, so maybe the right smart, gay, goth guy's enroute as we type.

I had been seeing some appeal to the idea of aging into a happy, single little old lady with cats. Then I added Welbutrin to the Zoloft. Yeah, I'd kinda like to be petting a male other than Leifur these days.

even worse than pirates?

eta: Or scurvy? Rum, sodomy and the lash?

Those all sound grand to me.

Hm. Maybe I should try adding Zoloft to the Welbutrin.

edit for the spelling good

In between, however, lots of Teh Sex with various friends, workmates and other lucky LUCKY fellows.

::is very jealous of those lucky lucky bastards::

Serial monogamist. I think I've had over ten relationships that lasted more than a year?

Let me think....yes, exactly ten (including the two marriages). Plus a few that lasted six to nine months.

I only ever had one pickup and that was disastrous. Had a fair amount of sex-with-friends between relationships.

Then I added Wellbutrin to the Zoloft.

Zing! It's pretty zippy, isn't it?

Re: relationships, remember that episode of Buffy where she slept with Parker, and Willow said, "Don't you LOVE this part, where it's all new and everything is a discovery?"

I so totally DON'T. I hate getting into a relationship; I love BEING in a relationship. I love the knowing-you, not the getting-to-know-you.

t edit But then, almost all of my relationships (such as they were) were with people I was friends with first, sometimes for years, so the getting-to-know-you was already out of the way, in large part.

Serial monogamist here. I shudder to think of what my twenties would have been like if I hadn't been. (I'm sure the StuntHusband is also shuddering, because he was around for most of that.)

INO, I haz a PixKristin! In my kitchen! nyah-nyah-nyah!

IO(O)N, I would like to state for the record that *I* have never accidentally set anything on fire, therefore I am perfectly trustworthy with open flames. So there.