Augh. Why am I so smooth when I don't need it, and when a REALLY HOT girl walks up to me in the club, and asks if I could hand her some napkins, and introduces herself, and leans in to me, and puts her hand on my thigh...and I"m like "Uh, hi".

t thunk

Next time we're together we will have to do flirting lessons meara. It's tragic for hot chicks to be coquetry challenged. I'm sure there are quite a few here that will volunteer to practice flirting with you.

sashays naked through the thread tossing glitter

cries because no one notices

whistles and claps

I hate my post office so fucking much right now.

The phone number printed on the "Sorry we missed you!" notice is out of service. The phone number I was given when I called the 1-800 number, also out of service. The phone number listed on the web site? Is a fax line.

As I was unable to speak to anyone personally, I placed four redelivery requests online for this package. All were ignored -- they didn't try to redeliver once. And when I went to place another one today, I was informed that the package had been returned to the sender.

STAB STAB FUCK FUCK STAB.

(I sent them a nasty complaint email, and an apologetic email to calendars.com asking them to re-ship my order.)

Go, Laura!!!

Jessica, that is RIDICULOUS! I'm so sorry.

HELLO, Bitches! I've missed you the last couple of days. I've been so busy, I've barely had time to stop by. Hugs and kisses to everyone!

I just got an e-mail thank you note from my cousin's new baby...with a picture of him sleeping covered with the blanket I crocheted him. It's just about the cutest thing ever.

sj, I'm seeing you in a new and different job with people who are not assholes. It's a better picture. That last job sucked.

Thanks, Hec. I hope you're right.

I have been having the vivid upsetting dreams too lately. I woke up a couple times last night in a complete panick because of what I was dreaming about.

Ooh, Jessica, that is EVIL. The Post Office is FUCKED UP--when I called the 800 number to get my local post office's number, they didn't HAVE it. Nor could they tell me which local post office was actually *mine*--they didn't know! Ridiculousness.

Next time we're together we will have to do flirting lessons meara.

No, see...normally I'm Super!Flirt. One time in college my friends gave me ANTIflirting lessons, cause I needed them.

But somehow, she came and talked to me and I just was NOT following through, cause I'm a MORON. Sigh. I really hope she reads craigslist, but I'm somehow doubting it'll be that easy.

I uploaded the picture if anyone wants to take a look at either the cutie baby or the blankie: [link]

Ooof. I just fielded an hour-long phone call from my Dad, who's been having severe stomach pain for a month. He got test results back that he has blood in his stool, and, understandably, he's worried that it's colon cancer.

I don't think he's any less worried after our conversation, but I talked him through other potential causes. Given that he's had severe stomach pain for a month, has had bad acid reflux for years, and has been taking aspirin every day for over 10 years for his heart -- and based on a quick Google of medical sites -- it sounds like a bleeding ulcer. He has almost every symptom. And a bleeding ulcer isn't something to rejoice over, but it's better than cancer.

He's just really frustrated that things keep going wrong with his health. Understandably so. It's just hard for me to not feel like it's my responsibility to make everything better.