Sometimes, it's just better to STFU

[quidditchgrrl]

I swear, it's my angsty mood-of-d00m posts that are the most embarrassing, forget posting while drunk.  Just ignore me, kthx.

But HUGE thanks for the virtual hugs.  I needed those, big time.

I watched Trekkies 2 the other day.  And wow, that Gabe turned out to be almost cute.  Almost normal, too.

I saw Trekkies before I joined the fandom, and while I still regard the hard-core Trekkers a little warily, I had a TOTALLY different reaction to T2.  Now I can see how much of a community it really is, how much people care about each other, and what they can do when they come together.

Cool.

Oh, and if you've not been through the latest posts at erotic_elves, let me point out two great pieces of Trio-fic:

Mental That One and The Emotional Range of a Teaspoon, both by argyle_s. 

They made me do a little happy dance of joy.  :)



One of the most noticable - and most annoying - things about being thinner is how people react to me.  I *hate* having interpersonal conversations with strangers, and now it seems that random people speak to me all the time.

Do normal people strangers talk to you while you're eating?  This has happened to me a couple times lately.  Case in point, today I had lunch at a chinese buffet.  I should have sat at a table, but instead chose a booth next to a group of blue-collar workers on their lunch break.

I don't know what it is about black men and me.  They either want to critique my eating habits or date me.  This group decided I didn't know how to eat at a buffet table, and kept laughing at the plates I brought back.

"What you come to a buffet not to eat?  And nasty stuff too..." -This to my choice of hot and sour soup to start my meal

I am very habitual when I eat at the Chinese buffet (yeah, I'm weird).  I have soup first, then appetizer-y stuff, then main course bits, then dessert.  Nothing more, nothing less.  No rice.  No ice cream.

One of them got tickled at my choice of one chicken wing, a spring roll, and chicken meatballs.  "Who eats one wing, girl?"  Uh, me?

Another took issue with my main dish plate.  "No rice?  Look at all the stuff you got there, all mixin' together.  How do you know what you're eatin'?"  I replied that it was all dog anyway, who cared?  That got a laugh.

"Aw, hell no!  She's havin' a fortune cookie for dessert!  At least have some jello, girl!" 

Weird, I tell you.  A fat girl sitting in a buffet gets, at best, pitying glances.  Toward the manager.  Har har.



OH NOES!  1anonymous1 just showed me this.  BEST COMM EVAR.  Maybe they can tell me how to overcome my addiction to awful, terrible, legal entertainment!  And tell me how I'm contributing to rape and kiddy porn, yay! 

Ah, that makes my day, I tells ya.