However, as I'm usually, err, texting her ficlets written while I was bored, she doesn't seem to mind.

Ok, this type of texting would be FINE (shall I send you my cell #?). It is when it is more ranty and personal and detailed and OY that I call foul.

Jesus, Fay, did you garrotte him with a bra strap or something?! What a douche.

I have had a pretty good day! Did a lot of stuff that needed to be done (got transcripts, called my insurance co., figured out how much is covered and what I gotta pay, set up dentist appt.) Then went to Old Navy to look for a swimsuit top with more support. HA! Their Xl swimsuits are...not appropriate. There were boobs coming out all over. I am borrowing tops from a similarly busty friend, and they're also pretty booby, but have actual hold-'em-up-edness, so go team boobs!

BUT at Old Navy, I got super lucky and picked up two cute ass summer dresses, one in green and one in turquoise. They were both $12.99! I might get them hemmed to right above the knee, but they fit very cute. They are made of that jersey material, with a thin ruffle top like this top except it is a lower vee, very cute and a tie back belt and a small shirring in a boxier plet right under the best. I look EXTREMELY CURVY in them!!

I also lucked into a cute jacket for my inteviews, also for $13.99! FUCKIN ROCK. It's summer cut and fir PERFECTLY and gives me such a hourglass.

I also got paint chips, hair dye, a cover up, a beach bag *CUTE YELLOW!* Ballet Slipper spray paint. I am going to spray paint an older wicker side table tomorrow. I did a quick spray tonight, and it's a glossy light pink and it will look really cute, I think.

Good day! And at the river with small, intimate group of friends this weekend! I can't wait!

Erin! Excellent finds! Go you!

I am thinking about these pink shoes. I own no colored shoes, and these would be supercute with new dresses – turquoise and green – and with a lot of other stuff I have. Don’t they look kinda ’40’s? And they’re on sale for $40

Oooh, you could totally pull those off.

I think I have to get them! I haven't bought anything cute in a LOOOOOONG time, and I got a little $200 credit limit bump today, and...well, it's nice. I have lost a little weight, everything I bought was supercheap and I will wear a LOT...and they make me feel pretty.

I am getting my hair chopped tomorrow. Think Fay's hair, but a basic bob shape -- shorter in back, no short bangs, but my bangs long and coming to swooping points in front. All in a nice bright (yet appropriate for interviews) red.

A mix of good-for-interviews and yet still fun is excellent indeed. And there will be post-haircut photos of course?

I sent my dad a "Happy Father's Day" text message on Sunday, and this apparently intrigued my mother enough that she asked him to show her how text messaging works. She sent me a text that said, "I just learned how to do this. I love you."

Indeed...maybe. I think I can only text it to people since that's the only camera I have!

Jesus, Fay, did you garrotte him with a bra strap or something?! What a douche.

No! No, actually, it was so totally the icing of shittiness on the cake of shite that had been the preceding hour (waiting in the rain for FORTY FIVE MINUTES, when it normally takes only five, for a taxi, with masses of shopping, while fucktard bastard tourists STOLE TAXIS FROM UNDER ME and my British reserve started to buckle and the prospect of starting a brawl got closer and closer, and then finally I get a taxi that will go to my bit of town, and it turns out that it is a (very unusually) repulsive taxi, which stinks like something died in it and then got sprinkled with tuna, in spite of which I was just hysterically grateful for it...and then taxi guy hit me with the whole astonished "You so fat! Fat fat fat! OMG! What you weigh?" thing) that I just cracked up.

Happily, my response was to gape, and then laugh hysterically for most of the journey home. He found it funny too. I mean, that's the thing - he wasn't actually trying to be offensive. He was genuinely astounded at the fat white person in the back of his taxi. Like I was a two-headed man or something, and he was all: "OMG! You have two heads! Did you know? Two! Two heads! How does that even happen? TWO HEADS!!!" (Because, not to be boringly redundant on the topic - Thai chicks of all ages are generally built like Western 13 year olds.) Plus, he was clearly kind of proud at having enough English to be able to make conversation on this most startling topic.

At another point in my life I would have wept for a week - at this point I saw the sheer ridiculousness and laughed.

Foreign parts. The whacky just keeps on coming.

Anyway, yes - the taxi guy at the weekend was, while a trifle creepy, a happy contrast to Previous Taxi Guy.