That's too funny. No really. One of those times I truly laughed out loud.

So I found out something last night. Having a social live that exists only on the internet does have a few down sides to it. You see, last night my car decided it didn't want to work anymore. So as I sat there on the side of the road, I pondered on who I should call. I though, "Hmmm, what friends do I have in town I can call..." As it turns out, there are none (my wife conveniently being out of town at her folk's house for the next few days). So all I really have is my mother and sister. My mom lives a fairly long ways away, so I had to hope my sister hadn't left from work yet... which she hadn't. After a while, she finally got to me. Jumped off my car, and made it... like half a mile down the road before my car died again. Repeating this process, I eventually made it to my house. I pulled the battery and took it to Auto Zone who actually had a battery for my foreign car. It was 114 bucks, which sucks, but I got a working car again, right?

Nope. This morning I went to go to work and it didn't even make it out of the drive way.

I then found out that finding a battery for a foreign car is much easier than finding someone who has an alternator for a foreign car. So now I'm going to have to bum a ride to work for a few days until I can get a electric charger so I can charge my car over night in hopes that it'll make it to a shop so I can have it repaired.

At least my car isn't in as bad of shape as Insultobot's truck. That sh*t isn't even cool.

I got every reference. So good.gif

Long time no see, Mag!
Oh...I finally located Chrssy.

A Freudian slip is when you mean to say one thing but say yourmother.

Well then, Merry Christmas to all. ... And to all a good freaking night. I must retire after a spontaneous trip to Houston, and I must be awake once more in six hours just to make it to church in the morning, as it too is out of town. ... 'Quite a Christmas Eve, it has been, in many small ways.


But, you know, before I do, I must say this directly to Lantis, Ixzion, and ShadowFox, all ->

You might be interested to find who I just spent part of this Christmas Eve with. .... The beautiful pony-tailed waitress Nia.

Just as I said at the time we were all there at the Kita restaurant about two months ago, I found I was much more comfortable getting along with a pretty girl without you three there to embarrass me in your many potential ways. We spoke for probably nearly half an hour, and I believe in the midst of it I managed to tactfully reveal to Nia of my growing fondness for the pony-tailed lass.

And just in case any one of you actually try to pull this one over on me, NO, I did not drive four hours from home just on the rather extreme off-chance I would see her there on this night of all times. I had already come to Houston on sort of an emergency, and I thought on my way home I might stop by Kita for dinner. Granted, it was still about a total of thirty minutes out of the way of my normal path home, ... but for red-bean ice cream and Miss Nia's pleasant company, I have no problem admitting I was willing to sacrifice that much.



.... Sometimes life is good to a Protector of Angels.

Did the conversation go well? And you didn't have to go into that big long clarification. I just pick on you like I do any of my friends. And did you two exchange numbers?

Yeah, I know I didn't, but you know me; I'm always going to go into clarification. ... Besides, this was just my way of picking on you three back.


No, no exchanging of numbers yet. I don't think I'll have the courage to do that until the fourth or fifth time I see her. ... And considering how often I go to Houston, that could be sooner than you'd think.


... Actually, I still can't believe I had the courage to even so much as go out of my way like that on the way back home in the dark of night and constant rain (I'm not fond of driving anywhere around that city, you know; thank the Lord for GPS technology) actually request Nia personally to be my waitress. She might not have even been there at the time I arrived, nor would the place have normally been so uncrowded so as to accommodate our ability to converse for awhile, I imagine.

Perhaps the (divine) angels I am sworn to protect were on my side last night, and arranged it all so that I could come that much closer to finding love at long last.


She actually vaguely remembered you guys too, by the way, especially the part about you not knowing what miso soup was.



.... Well, off across two state borders for church! (......... I will be in desperate need of sleep upon return.)

aww, sk's speaking to girls! have merry tired xmas ^^

i maked lasagne =D

lololol. Funny how I'm remembered for not knowing what miso soup was (other than the obvious fact that it was soup).

Was it an epic win in the kitchen, Miss Sumi? ... Or would Gordon Ramsey swear and curse vehemently at you for it?



... You know, I don't know about the rest of you, but in rare occasion it seems to have been quite an eventful last two days for me, in more ways than just having seen Nia again, and I will be returning to work on nights very soon, so I think I'm going to call an end to Christmas for myself pretty much right here and retire for the day. ... Perhaps in order to wind down just before drifting off to sleep, I'll pour a glass of Egg Nog and see if the Bill Murray holiday classic Scrooged is available on Netflix.

To everyone here at the Mag, I bid you Merry Christmas. *bows*

Hey, that's good news, SK! Seems like a Merry Christmas for you, eh. EH?

@sk, it was alright. I mekked some pizza the other night, it even tasted like pizza! Gordon wouldn't even taste it though, he'd just look and know it was bad, =( oh Gordon, you perfectionist, /sigh. Are you going to end up going to this restaurant loads just to see this waitress? You could make out that it's on the way somewhere you're always going?

Of course. ^_-

Besides, I would not have to lie at all just to avoid revealing my (so far) slight crush on the lass. After all, the restaurant she works at actually is pretty much on the way to home from where my mother lives in Houston. So, every three or four months when I go to see my mother, all I have to do is find some way to avoid eating lunch at her house before I leave to come back home, perhaps by saying "no, no thanks; I'll just grab something on the way when I get really hungry", and I'll be home free. .... 'Cause I don't DARE let anyone in my family know the truth about something like this. Like anyone else's family, they're just going to constantly ask embarrassing questions. There's a reason I did not tell anyone in my family for at least three years after the fact the last time I had held a genuinely romantic attraction to a girl.


So, assuming my chances of being there on the same day as Nia are about 50% every time I go, then perhaps I'll be graced with her company once every half a year or so, ... and then, before too terribly long, everyone at the Mag will find themselves reading the chapter in the story of SK's young adult life that begins with the sentence: "Love begins to blossom between Sarah's Knight and 'Princess' Nia."

Replace Sarah's Knight with Shadowfox and it'll be correct. ^_^

*draws the Northern Longblade with a particularly dramatic martial ring*


... As long as you don't mind being ran through with a blade, sure, be my guest.

It's hard to kill a snake.