Is it more disturbing or less disturbing on MySpace that instead of skeezy single men, I've been getting invitations from married couples who who want to have a threesome?

Because this morning, I got a message from couple number three.

Really, who does that? Who finds some random person on the internet and desides to proposition them based on a picture and a few nondescript words? Does the fact that I enjoy The Princess Bride make me inherently more trustworthy or something?

Help. Tell me your skeeziest MySpace story, so at least I don't feel alone.

I have had the most relaxing morning. Skyler stayed over after the dance last night, and we slept in as late as we pleased. Then I got up and took a rosewater bath, let myself air-dry, and dressed leisurely in greens and browns. I smell like sugar-dusted flowers and amber, and I'm all soft and clean.

I'm going to have some tea and read the book that mediavalmuse sent me on creating the home as a sacred space. I've already figured out that the shawl she sent me makes a lovely, if a little unconventional, hair scarf.


Off to Longwood Gardens with tamnonlinear. There will be Eddie Izzard and oohing and aahing over pretty plants. I'll be back tomorrow evening.