Morning, Bitches!
I have money! My direct deposit is all nice an snug in my bank account -- which had been overdrawn by $122 for the last 4 weeks -- and I am breathing a hude and gusty sigh of relief. Not that I am financially stable or anything, but I got money comin' in. I can get gasoline. And cat chow. And I am going to fucking dye my skanked out hair the brightest, boldest red this side of Manic Panic, because I don't have any more jobs interviews.
ROCK. STAR.
I met up with JohnSweden last night (he's in KC for the Lilly War) and we had fun. I walked him around the Plaza, and we went to a little restaurant where John had something NOT cooked over a campfire and I had a Baked Potato for dessert. It's a potato shaped lump pf vanilla ice cream, rolled in chocolate dust, topped with caramel, whipped cream and garnished with mint.
It looks exactly like a baked potato with butter, sour cream and chives. And is very tasty!