Nothing Rhymes With Cindy Crawford after NINE CORONAS

I'm currently listening to: 9 Coronas!!!

It's time for a completely random post. Please return your chairs to the upright position and allow me to rant about randomness.

Those who've been reading this know the rarity of my random posts. Ah, yes, to dream of cheese. However, with the lack of Lauren and Drac around here, I figure it's sort of necessary. Well, maybe it's just because I'm tired and my hiccups are driving me insane. (I'm pretty sure they'll go away soon. I hope.) Meantimes, I'm becoming a little bit worried for my screennames.

I have four screenames on YIM, and all of them say Committed Relationship. All of them. Three of them even mention that I have a boyfriend. Amazingly enough, the one that has people pop up with "I think you're swell, Moueska, let's date-" is the one with the quote "Let's Chat, Cat."

Well, I hate to break it to you people in open relationships, but I'm not single. Not at all. Please, chat with me for the sake of talking, and for killing an hour or two. If you're looking for a roll in the hay, or even someone to make your "open marrige" more open, then I'm not the person you need to be talking to. I'm sure that there are some intelligent, crazy, youthful women out there... in fact, the ratio stands about 3:1 as a women to men ratio. You may just need to look offline.

(insert segue to random rant #2 here)
One of the easiest things to do growing up was to fall in love with a character from a book. It happened quite a bit to me, really. It's so easy. You hear their voice whispering in your ear as you read their stories. I don't know who my first one really was, but if I had to guess, I'd say Mark from Half Magic. I checked it out from the school library so often that when they went through it to get rid of the older books... I got the copy I had read from in middle school. It's a book out of time, really. It was written in the fifties or so, possibly earlier, so I was one of very few that could really get into it. It would need some serious retelling for today's audience.

Depending on the book, I always had a favorite character. And it was rather easy. I'd let the invisible arms envelop me, and whisk me away in my dreams. However, after someone practically yelling my name, I'd be pulled away from my book and back to reality again. If I were to have a God to cherish a mortal, Hermes- if I were to have a ghost- give me Virginia's greatest lover... Thomas Jefferson.

So it's natural that I still have a little bit of the girl that falls in love with the characters that she reads. So it's natural that I'd have a favorite in one or two of my webcomics. You know, of webcomics where the characters don't exist in real life. However, when I fall for a single-eyed demon like Psyk of Sluggy Freelance or develop a mini-crush on Sidekick Boy of Kiagi Swordscat, well, I think I'd better lay off the chocolate until my boyfriend gets back.

I ask you, how many women have "fallen in love/lust with" one of those Fabio-cover men in a romance novel? How many women have completely surrendered themselves to the charms of James Bond in their dreams?

A few, I'm sure.

I'm proud to say that I'm not one of them.

I've just got an overactive imagination.