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Some old man complimented my ass this morning. I'm not sure which was funnier, the look on his face or the look on mine.
We were both getting some pre-testing done and this very nice woman, Joanne, was taking us both down to the surgical center. So we hop on the elevator and I lean against the wall and he says "That is a great bottom." HAAAA. I love old people.
Last night, before job2, I ran into The Gap to see if they had any good sales. And guess what?! I found a pair of Long and Leans for $19. NINETEEN DOLLARS. See, I love my Gap jeans and have several pairs and really, I try to buy other kinds and they just don't make me happy. And if I absolutely have to, I'll pay full price for a pair of jeans I love, but when the kind I love are NINETEEN FREAKIN DOLLARS, it makes me an extremely happy gal.
I thought that maybe this weekend I'd take it easy and slow down on the party train, but I'm not. It's just not in the cards. I'll be down and out next weekend anyway, recovering from the gut removal that's taking place, so why not play now? Am I right? I am. So tonight, I'm having drinks with the dirty hippie and his girlfriend. Tomorrow, I'm going to Taste of Syracuse where I get to eat and drink and guess what else?!?! GUESS! I GET TO SEE EDDIE MONEY!!! Ok, so it's not that exciting, but hey....the cheap, good food, friends, and spirits will make up for it.
The woman who stole my blood really fucking ripped up my arm. Damn.
We were both getting some pre-testing done and this very nice woman, Joanne, was taking us both down to the surgical center. So we hop on the elevator and I lean against the wall and he says "That is a great bottom." HAAAA. I love old people.
Last night, before job2, I ran into The Gap to see if they had any good sales. And guess what?! I found a pair of Long and Leans for $19. NINETEEN DOLLARS. See, I love my Gap jeans and have several pairs and really, I try to buy other kinds and they just don't make me happy. And if I absolutely have to, I'll pay full price for a pair of jeans I love, but when the kind I love are NINETEEN FREAKIN DOLLARS, it makes me an extremely happy gal.
I thought that maybe this weekend I'd take it easy and slow down on the party train, but I'm not. It's just not in the cards. I'll be down and out next weekend anyway, recovering from the gut removal that's taking place, so why not play now? Am I right? I am. So tonight, I'm having drinks with the dirty hippie and his girlfriend. Tomorrow, I'm going to Taste of Syracuse where I get to eat and drink and guess what else?!?! GUESS! I GET TO SEE EDDIE MONEY!!! Ok, so it's not that exciting, but hey....the cheap, good food, friends, and spirits will make up for it.
The woman who stole my blood really fucking ripped up my arm. Damn.