At last the
website is finished and I can put the experience behind me. There was no need for the less than subtle pokes at my inexperience with computers. It could just be that he was bitter because I turned down his offer for lunch. Or maybe the poison started dripping from his tone when I told him I would rather be painfully impaled than accept free lessons in whatever complex program he was using. I've gone twenty-seven years with meager skills in computers, I'm sure I can go several more.
It's sweltering, but I cannot bring myself to put on the shorts I bought last weekend. They were my size, and I hate trying clothes out, so I bought them. But...
There is no way I am leaving the apartment wearing these. Ever. I must have gained weight, because these shorts look like nothing on me.
I just did not like his look when I told him not to put my name under Attorneys. As if that fact alone dropped his idea of me several long feet.
[ ooc: I just picked out a random website, but I might end up using this name in the future. ]