Yay, Nora!

Tensions are high in the office lately so this is sure to be the high point of my week -

Manager: "NICOLE! Come here!"

Me: "You bellowed?"

Manager: "Either I'm an idiot or your calculations are completely wrong on this report. How are you coming up with these numbers?" ::after showing her how I came up with the numbers:: "Oh. Ok. That makes sense."

Co-worker walking by: "I think that means Nicole's (calculations are) right and you're an idiot."

So I went and did a brave thing yesterday. I tried on bathing suits. I was not overcome with revulsion on how the actual suits looked--a couple of them were actually quite flattering, but jeez, the legs. Due to skating they are a lot more toned than thay used to be, but they are still white and puffy and cellulite-y. Nothin' I can do about it, I guess.

Hee, Nicole.

I think I will kill everyone today.

I hear even fake tan legs look better than white legs, Robin. Not that I'd know from experience because I don't tan and I tend to think I look dirty when I use the fake tan lotions.

But still, go you with the facing of the dressing room mirrors while wearing a swimsuit!!

Aw, P-C. I was hoping today would be better for you.

Neutrogena makes a good one...my mom uses it sometimes, and it looks pretty real.

NICOLE!

P-C, I can say you were here with me all day. Trying on tiaras.

I think I will kill everyone today.

But not us, right? RIGHT?

Aw, P-C. I was hoping today would be better for you.

I worked till midnight, and then BART had problems today, and I keep getting e-mails that make me feel like I'm stupid for not knowing what to do when in fact NO ONE SEEMS TO KNOW WHAT TO DO.

But not us, right? RIGHT?

I need you people for hugs and/or making out.

I need you people for hugs and/or making out.

"Dudes to the left for high fives, ladies to the right for making out."

t /Strong Bad

Craxy dream last night.

I dreamt that Perkins, Betsy and I all went to live with Suzi.

I also had a VERY young boyfriend.