and I partied in, and the guys in that are guys we've partied with.

I KNEW IT!!!

I declare this day officially crap.

Came into work even though I feel like ass. There is no one in a position of authority, so people seem to feel the need to throw decision making stuff at me, yet at the same time, not be able to handle piddly crap for themselves. Huge project is proceeding, but big boss says her boss says no progress has been made. I'm trying to get coworkers to help, while praying they get it done and correctly, otherwise everyone is staying late on Friday-which is when I'm supposed to leave town.

Just got call from Mr. Jane 10 min before I leave the office...He wanted to tell me he didn't get me anything for Valentine's Day because he was too busy to come pick up the credit card.

I'm going to shut my door and cry now.

Cindy, you'll be fine with a glass of wine. Drink up!

I think I"m totally one of the guys sadly.

If you're one of the guys, it's definitely in a Some Kind of Wonderful

When I tried to think about what "type" I am, I went to a Some Kind of Wonderful place, but not in a "one of the guys" way. I was more thinking Nerdy-Loser-Misfit.

Or possibly Eclectic-Loser-Misfit-with-a-fucked-up-family, a la Pretty in Pink.

And then, of course, there's my enduring first impression, which I can never ever shake: Girl Next Door. Good Girl. Girl Scout Cookie.

Guess what I found on my desk when I got in this morning? A gift from the Wallybee! It's a rather lovely Picasso fountain pen, along with a children's exercise book for practising writing Chinese characters. And a 'Best Wishes' card for celebrating the Year of the Golden Pig.

In other news, I like the way she writes Chinese characters. They flow very attractively.

Teppy, thanks.

And I'm the girl nextdoor, too. But I'm a little...INTENSE.

That's the most romantic thing I've heard all day billytea.

Oh, billytea, that's incredibly sweet.

{{{DJ}}} Vibing you stiff drinks and Dachshund puppies and the freedom to stab someone at work and whatever else helps.

ION, my new favorite picture of Hec. And the sleeping Boo.

That's very sweet, BT.

It has been pointed out to me that I can have a first impression as That Girl. The girl that the heroine takes the guy away from, because she's, well, more human.

Thing is? I never have the guy. Big waste of Thatness.

Me, I think I"m totally one of the guys sadly.

First, thanks Robin, and second, I'd call you the Hipster Chick, not one of the guys. But maybe that's because I'm not a guy?

As much as I was a precocious little girl, I don't think I've been seen that way for about 15 years. Certainly true pre-college, though.

I knew it! There's a little girl in you still.

I like to think of Jilli as what Alice B Toklas would call "la femme decoratif." In a word, beautiful.

Matilda is so very pretty and so very much her mom's little baby girl.