Heh. First I'm catching up and y'all are talking about food and I'm thinking "Surely I don't *really* need to be on a diet? I should just eat whatever food I want, because food is yummy" (Note: I started diet all of yesterday. And went off it for dinner so I could have chips and salsa and margaritas and avocado cream dip. So, um, started diet today, really).
Then you start posting dresses, and I realize that none of them would fit me, because I have no boobs, and my waist has grown to MONSTROUS proportions. Sigh. Diet it is, then.
Ok. My co-worker just laughed at my glasses and told me that I look like Harry Potter.
Then your coworker is blind. You have much bigger boobs and are much prettier than a 15 year old boy.
Remember that guy I called a couple of weeks ago? Seems I have a date with him tomorrow.
So does that mean hottie detective is up for grabs?
It's a date, not a committment. If I have the chance to grab the hottie detective (in any way possible), I will pounce.
He's gotta blind. It's must the rampaging VD he's been spreading all over the dealership. As I've just asked about in front of half the dealership.
Ugh. Just had ice cream. Now i feel sick. this is reminding me why, in terms of comfort food, cookies are a better idea than ice cream.
Ok. My co-worker just laughed at my glasses and told me that I look like Harry Potter.
Huh? i can't see that at all.
