Oh man, Get Fuzzy is, like, being all relevant to my life. Yesterday's strip is, quite frankly, my feelings for ghostgecko in a nutshell, though he never believes me. Damn him. I fell asleep in his motel room yesterday because I was sad and he drew this little picture of me while I was asleep. It's cute. It makes me look cute, which is quite a feat. He was like "if you don't like it, I'll throw it away" and I was like, "What?! Don't you dare!!!" I should ask for it... make sure he can't throw it away while I'm not looking. Then I wasted a page in his notebook doodling the way I would at speech and debate tournaments... a couple of people, some random eyes, some crosshatching (I love making squares) a fish, a rat, a girl, and a lot of me talking in the third person. Stephanie (poorly-drawn heart) Lew is a bit more sixth grade than I would like to admit, however.

Then today's Get Fuzzy strip is... like... if I'm not Bucky, then I am totally that Shih Tzu with a chemical imbalance. Fluffy, short, yappy, and bitchy. What can I say? I'm not proud. And both my father and Lew find this amusing. Don't you hate it when they gang up on you?

And I reallyreallyreally wanted to tell the Salvation Army girl that I was really a man, and I would have if I hadn't been with Lew. I think he would have done what Amy used to do, though, which was hit me with the nearest object and hiss "Stephanie!!!" Not that I make a habit of telling Salvation Army girls that I'm really a man (in a skirt); this was a special situation.

Also, Michael J. Fox's character on Family Ties = my future husband. Republican, anal, economics major, logical, self-centered, attractive, non-PC, and in one episode he ran in singing "Love is a many splendored thing," his father picked up when he trailed off, and then he exclaimed, "Kiss me, dad!" Yes, please... marry me, Alex, and we can have short babies. Or marry the Soviet chess player Ivan and have mad, passionate, geeky sex.