if my hands are shaking...
Operation find a second job is so far failing miserably, as I have yet to hear back from any of the places I've applied. I should go into full force at more places soon, or face the inevitable begging to sub at Showtime situation. If anyone knows somewhere, especially within walking distance, that I could get a part time job, please let me know. I'm basically dying here. I even briefly considered McDonald's *shudder*
However, today's purpose of finding bridesmaid dresses for my mother's early August roadtrip of a wedding in California before renewing the wedding situation the following summer here in Colorado (complicated. totally.) was a success. The three girls got their dresses and I'll be wearing a seperate dress as maid of honor, which we're ordering soon. It's pretty...but light pink. Not sure how I feel about that. But it's a hot fit.
My birthday was a good time. I thank all who gave me birthday well wishes and I appreciate the company of those who took part in the Old Chicago/Drunk People in Old Town/Alley Cat extravaganza, especially if I pushed off your hat or messed up your hair or any of that because it's my birthday and you have to let me.
I'm afraid of my bed because of the sinister motives it has for my mid and lower back. I cry a little.
Now that I'm a member of Orchard's Athletic Club, I have seen more old woman vagina than I have ever wanted to see in my entire life. Especially when that vagina is sitting in the locker room hot tub naked. Shudder. I hope the weight I will lose and the Krav Maga/Yoga/Aqua Aerobics at no extra cost will be worth the cost of the emotional damage unleashed by elderly genitalia.
Saw Failure To Launch this past weekend at the cheap seats. I've now run out of movies at the cheap seats I'm willing to see and I'm waiting patiently for new ones to open, which is really kind of sad, because it proves that cheap seats is all I do anymore. However, it was actually a pretty good movie as far as chick flicks go. I give mad props to Zooey Deschanel's turn as a completely loveable neurotic endangered species killing alcoholic who dates a nerd. Hot.
In any event, I hope things improve a bit soon. At least job-wise. Or something. And if I haven't seen you yet, give me a ring. Oh, summertime.
However, today's purpose of finding bridesmaid dresses for my mother's early August roadtrip of a wedding in California before renewing the wedding situation the following summer here in Colorado (complicated. totally.) was a success. The three girls got their dresses and I'll be wearing a seperate dress as maid of honor, which we're ordering soon. It's pretty...but light pink. Not sure how I feel about that. But it's a hot fit.
My birthday was a good time. I thank all who gave me birthday well wishes and I appreciate the company of those who took part in the Old Chicago/Drunk People in Old Town/Alley Cat extravaganza, especially if I pushed off your hat or messed up your hair or any of that because it's my birthday and you have to let me.
I'm afraid of my bed because of the sinister motives it has for my mid and lower back. I cry a little.
Now that I'm a member of Orchard's Athletic Club, I have seen more old woman vagina than I have ever wanted to see in my entire life. Especially when that vagina is sitting in the locker room hot tub naked. Shudder. I hope the weight I will lose and the Krav Maga/Yoga/Aqua Aerobics at no extra cost will be worth the cost of the emotional damage unleashed by elderly genitalia.
Saw Failure To Launch this past weekend at the cheap seats. I've now run out of movies at the cheap seats I'm willing to see and I'm waiting patiently for new ones to open, which is really kind of sad, because it proves that cheap seats is all I do anymore. However, it was actually a pretty good movie as far as chick flicks go. I give mad props to Zooey Deschanel's turn as a completely loveable neurotic endangered species killing alcoholic who dates a nerd. Hot.
In any event, I hope things improve a bit soon. At least job-wise. Or something. And if I haven't seen you yet, give me a ring. Oh, summertime.