Yay! Here's my little furry pal, Fluffy, looking wonderfully goofy as she sits atop 2 books that arrived in the mail the other day. 1.) A birthday gift from Ron Bass in NYC: Central Park in the Dark: More Mysteries of Urban Wildlife; and 2.) Gay San Francisco: Eyewitness Drummer by (and from) Jack Fritscher.

(Just behind the books are two, yes two, DVD's the Disney Movie Club sent me that I absolutely did not order. They keep doing that to me and it's making me crazy. I feel they do this on purpose, hoping that once I've accidentally opened the fucking package thus blowing my opportunity to have them pay the return postage, I might be so enchanted with what they've sent that I'll just keep it, afterall they've already fucking deleted the money from my bank account!!!! I hate them. And I have no desire whatsoever to own National Treasure, or National Treasure 2, or any other fucking National Treasures they decide to make. Not that I don't love Nicolas Cage, because I do. But still! It's my fucking money and they keep taking it!! AAaaarrrgh!)

Okay. Anyway. Enough bile spewing... here's the goofy girl: