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“You start stories and you never finish them,” I hear you saying. “Whatever happened about that thing, or that other thing, or especially that funky vagina thing?” You ask me these questions through email, IM, phone and via anonymous and overwhelming psychic energy directed at me from every corner of the globe WHICH NEVER EVER STOPS AND WHICH GIVES ME A TERRIBLE HEADACHE PLEASE STOP THINKING ABOUT ME RIGHT NOW.
While I’d love to tell my little tales in exactly the manner I choose with no outside influence, I will agree from time to time to divulge additional details as you ask for them. Solely as a means to avoid donning the dreaded aluminum hat, you understand.
*The flu that flattened me last week has passed. While I was only officially ill for a day, it sapped my strength for at least three days. All offers of warm blankies, air kisses, cool hands placed upon my forehead and virtual chicken soup were much appreciated.
*Nothing is resolved with this situation. They attempted to “negotiate” with me a few weeks ago, but unfortunately we were unable to reach a means of payment that I felt was fair. I was told that I’d be paid if I completely dropped the small-claims case (er, no); that I’d get paid if I accepted their ad on my site for three months (um, NO); that I’d get paid eventually, on a schedule, if I agreed never to speak of the situation again publicly or privately (NO). A summons is in the hands of their local sheriff’s office and should be delivered soon. We go before a judge next month. I still hold out some hope that they can see fit to pay me for the work I did before we go to court. But I’m not very hopeful.
*I purchased some super-heavy-duty conditioner and a silk pillow case to remedy my hair issues. Both work wonderfully. My hair has never felt so smooooth. Unfortunately, one of my cats seems to have developed an unnatural attraction to the pillow cases, necessitating their frequent trips through the washing machine. Ratty hair? Solved. Kitty fetish? Created. Sigh.
*Recently I’ve been doing more work for Jane’s Guide. You can find my write-ups in the “New Reviews” section, where there’s been lots of reason for snark lately. Check it out.
*My fishy pussy is now just fine, thank you very much for asking. Flagyl may taste unspeakably bad, but it did the trick. I can now get nekkid without giving folks the impression that I’ve got this baking in my pants.
There. Did I cover it all? Feel free to remind me in the comments if I’ve missed something. ‘Tho I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that.

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