I was just about to get on the plane to go back to civilization (ie Los Angeles), when I read this appalling betrayal.

Well, what do you think of them apples, I ask you? Them lying, two-faced apples!

First of all, I did not, I repeat not, use the loathsome Homesite to edit my entries--her Notepad would put everything in a long line with no spaces, screwing up my JavaScript, so she (the cat's mother) told me to use DiDaPro.

I blanched, as one would, but she said that one could use it as a plain text editor, just like Notepad, but then it didn't have a spellcheck (definately? Definitely?) so I used Homesite as a spellchecker only!

Which does not count as not hand-coding, dammit.

The second point I would like to bring up is, you know that little exchange with Jeremy and the car?

Well, the only reason she even remembered it at all was because I had repeated it out loud several times, emphasizing that I would indeed be using it in the entry where I told the world What Beth Is Really Like.

And she stole it!

So, let's see, so far she is a squealer, a liar and an evil thief. Not to mention the fact that she is sly, sneaky, and never feeds or pets her cats (they told me themselves, and why would they lie?). And she called me a whiner, but I have no real objections to that, since I admit it proudly. But that is not the worst of it.

She is, first and foremost, before anything else, a little fluffy bunny.

She bounces around being all cute and girly (you should see the girliness of her bedroom! It's like something out of Louisa May Alcott!), she whines and flutters her eyelashes at Jeremy (who is, let me make this perfectly clear, a Saint), she is actually and truthfully, just exactly like Meg Ryan in that first scene in You've Got Mail when she's tippy-toe-ing around to see if Greg Kinnear has left so that she can check her e-mail and see if she's heard from Tom Hanks.

Beth is a spangly elf. Beth twinkles. Beth wrinkles her nose and cocks her head to the side and says "I can't do that, I'm a girl" until you just want to kick her.

Plus, she just snuck a peek over my shoulder and in one breath both denied that she was doing so and nyaa nyaa-ed me about a typo. What do you do with a girl like this? I mean, besides cold-cocking her?

Okay, this is Beth, on the first night we were here:

Beth: "Why don't you sit in this chair and I'll sit on the floor?"
Jeremy: "No, that's okay, you don't have to give me your chair, I'll sit here."
Beth: "No, c'mon, sit in this chair, and I'll sit at your feet."
Jeremy: "I'm fine over here."
Beth: "No, really, sit here, take this chair, I'll sit on the floor. And you can play with my hair."
Jeremy: "You'll just fall asleep."
Beth: "No, I won't, really I won't! Just sit in this chair and I'll sit on the floor and you can play with my hair and I won't fall asleep.
P L E E E E E E E E A A A A A A A A S S S S S S S S E E E E E E E E E ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?"

It was so cloying I had to get up and brush my teeth. And that's who Beth really is. Believe no others. The truth is found here and here alone.

And Lucy's not much better.

She seemed really nice, then she put a really ugly picture of me on her page, so you really just can't trust anyone.

O, and check out that Christmas bow on Beth's head. We had to physically restrain her in order to remove it. She wanted to wear it to court.

Today's horoscope:
Finances improve. A project begins to pay off. You see the light at the end of the tunnel.

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