Lana feels

Peewee's flirting with one of the little Nordickers and she's flirting back and it's icky. I worry about those two. I still can't look at him without getting baaad visual imagery.

In other news, according to Cesca, I don't have a single close female friend here that I'm not reputed by somebody to be "getting it on with." Three quarters of the world thinks the Bear and I are doing things that we are not. And then there're any number of other things but I have to go.