Dream Girl ,'Bring On The Night'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oh, hey! New Yorkers! I was hoping to get our friend who is officiating our ceremony (and is the reason we met) a gift card to a restaurant in NY to thank her. They live in S. Orange, NJ so night out in NY is a usual thing. She is a vegetarian.
I ADORE Dirt Candy. It's a tiny little place in the East Village and SO NUMMY [link]
So I always feel like I have to make sure I've got earrings and makeup on just so I read "girl".
Until I hit 30, I was called Sir an awful lot. Now it's only once every few months. I don't know what's wrong with people.
Whoa, I just went to a JDM place. Unfortunately I'm back.
So I always feel like I have to make sure I've got earrings and makeup on just so I read "girl".
I don't think I could make anyone believe I was a guy if I tried. Even when I was thin, I had boobs and hips.
Even at my thinnest, and my curviest, when I had short hair as a teen and young adult, I got called sir or guy quite a bit. None thus far with the new short cut.
I'm having such a hard time keeping warm. I usually love chilly weather but I feel like my bones are frozed.
I locked myself out, this morning. I took Mona for a walk and accidentally locked the door without taking my keys. Kristen can't hear the door very well in her bedroom, so I was yelling through the peep hole, Mona was crying for her breakfast, and I was thinking, "fuck, gonna be so late."
Hairstyle talk has me thinking I need a new cut. I'm stuck in a rut.
I used to get sir a lot when I wore a big wool coat. People really don't pay attention.
I had no access today to the one system that I absolutely have to have in order to do any part of my job and/or train the person taking over. They fail. I am billing them for 3 hours that I spent waiting around, notifying people and trying over and over to get access. Now I am going to get the TiVo cleaned off and get some stuff mailed.
Drinking Grown Up Soda ginger ale. Making me very burpy.
No one ever calls me sir.
One time when mr. flea and I were walking to work hand-in-hand wearing big coats, the nasty homeless woman on Calhoun said, "Good morning, faggots!" (Note, there were multiple homeless people on our commute most days, most of whom were pleasant-to-unobtrusive; this one woman was really nasty all the time.)