I talked to a friend, Leanne, this weekend for the first time in rather too long a time. She moved some time ago--and not just to another state, mind you, but to anouther country. When last I saw her, she was having a number of difficulties in her romantic life; now, it would seem, things have starrted looking up for her. She sounded genuinely happy on the phone, and it was a joy to behold; I've never heard her sound so happy, and it really made me feel good.
And, it would seem, she's begun exploring an interest in BDSM--something I told her I saw lurking in her a long time ago. Damn, I love being right.
On the more amusing side: Let me say for the record that I hate those little "What are you?" personality quizzes--you know, "What flavor of ice cream are you?" "What serial killer are you?" "What carpet stain are you?" But I've always been quite fond of chess, so when I saw the "What chess piece are you?" I finally broke down and took it.
And without further ado, the result: the Black King. I have no idea what that means.