how did this happen?

I have become addicted to a matchmaking website. It started because a friend of mine told me about the virgin test. This site takes random pictures of virgins and non virgins and asks you to tell them apart. I sucked at that test. I did much better on the zombie scenario survival test.

In fact my profile is here:
http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=15844247531794463240

You can look at it if you're a member. You will note that I have the worst gaydar ever. You will also note that I am an english genius *preen*

I think the most enjoyable part of this thing is looking at your matches once you've done like 1000 of the questions. They're eerily accurate. In fact one of my exes is on there and we're an 81% match. This is made more eerie if you realise that my best match so far is 89%. This guy and I did not end well.

Othercat is in shock, actually so am I. Speaking of othercat, he just got back from a well deserved trip to Ireland. In fact he was gone just long enough for the band and I to notice how much we missed him. It's funny because I'm at his house right now and we're hanging out in the same room and hardly talking. Real friends are like that. All you really need is to be around each other because you've already said so much... but still you can fill up on each other's presence.

Othercat got MORE wind instruments while he was away. Imagine.

I've been reliving the death of Sappho lately because stainsafe has denied my claim. When I bought my bed Sleep Country talked me into getting a warranty good for the life of the bed. If they can't get the stain out you get a new mattress.

Sappho bled a lot. No dude, a LOT.

They're saying that there is way too much damage for it to have happened the way I said it did. So I sent them my vet records. Fuckers want to deny me and make me relive that horrible month? Watch me go.

Off to hang with othercat. Peace y'all.