When Allyson was looking at eharmony - I filled out the free profile.

I think that a bunch of us did a few years ago. Summer boredness. It didn't reject me, but since i wouldn't pay the money, it kept sending me emails with a religious tone, which I found bothersome.

Clearly, you need to stow away in Joy's luggage and come get tatted with me. Yes.

It seems the only course of action, really. I think I want around my ankle, charm bracelet style, "Love all. Trust few. This above all: To thine own self be true." Or maybe across the bottom of my back, as sort of a companion to the daisy.

I'm ready to just cry. Blarg.

No word from L.

Not conclusive, but no positive response on job stuff.

AND I have a paper to write tonight.

Oh, and BIL is still here...goes home early tomorrow.

Can't drink cause I have to write the paper. Can't faff off and get my nails done cause I have to write the paper. Could I have written it over the weekend - well, sure. Did I? Obviously not.

Cave. Now. Please.

{{Suzi}}

{{{Suzi}}}

Jilli - may I aske what size the wrong ones are?

Had my interview this morning. It went really well. I had to gulp at the salary, but remind myself that we'd be ok. Of course, the signed picture of President Bush and the "I [heart] BUSH!" windsock was a bit off-putting, but I figure I can take part of my salary and donate it to the DNC and feel ok about it.

{{{{Suzi}}}} Poor babykins.

{{{Suzi}}}

Jilli - may I aske what size the wrong ones are?

A variety of combinations of band sizes 38, 36, and 34, and cup sizes of F and G. Oh, and a few 38DD, because I was very, very optimistic and lured by cute designs.

{{Suzi}}

the "I [heart] BUSH!" windsock

Just think of it in a porny way, and you'll be all good.

I think I'm getting a cold. Dammit. I'm all stuffy and my sinuses hurt.

Oh, and a few 38DD, because I was very, very optimistic and lured by cute designs.

We may be able to come to some sort of arrangement...