The dress -- if you can call it that -- was bad enough.

But the headdress?  And the insane OCD feeling I get if I don't make my face up all space-age geisha?  Give me a break.

Also, is there anybody out there willing to take in a girl and her wardrobe?  Me and Smoke have a bad enough time as it is trying to fit the two of us and Chase in this place ( Read more... )

TO EVERYBODY WHO SEEMS TO BE SET ON FREAKING OUT EVERY TIME I ENTER A ROOM WITH MY NEWFOUND FRIEND:

Given the fact that it seems that we are destined to spend at least the next twenty-four hours huddled in a shoe warehouse with end-of-the-world-type weather causing havoc above our heads, I would like state for the record that, when finding yourself ( Read more... )

Out of both of my places of employment, rather than the lovely, loungey bookstore with the comfy chairs and hours worth of guaranteed in-store entertainment, the Powers that Be decided to teleport me here.  To the kabob stand.

The tiny. 
Cramped. 
Meat-laden. 
Oil-coated. 
Cumin-overdosed. 
Kabob stand.

I'd say thank goodness for small mercies that ( Read more... )

So it turns out the girl who lives down the hall was wrong, and I do have a generous bone left in my body.  Otherwise, how would I have managed to end up volunteered for an auction (prize to be won: me) to benefit -- of all things -- the building of a bar.  Full-Frontal's bar, no less, but I suppose the hardworking proletariat of the Sphere is ( Read more... )