let me just take a moment to recognize what is quite possibly the
most famous baby born in 2004. congratulations!
and now, thank fucking pete it's friday. i've got the cleavage shirt on for my lunchtime visit to the pub. it's not a causal relationship, at least not a conscious one. pulling it out of the closet was almost random. why the fuck am i talk about my choice of shirt? geez, louise.
going out with m&m and dean and dean's boss&wife and two other couples tomorrow night. "two other couples." sounds like dean and i are a couple, doesn't it. i wonder sometimes if people think we are a couple when the four of us go out places. not that i'm offended or worried about it. i just don't like it when people have the wrong impression. especially when cute men who might otherwise be interested have the wrong impression. *wink wink* then again, i've yet to be picked up, so i think i can strike this item off my "to be concerned about" list.
sometimes you just have to agree to disagree.
this week's
angel made me cry.
why is that show still on? it wasn't even good to begin with.
blasphemer!
When you see the guy eyeing you do the ol' "to the bathroom" trick, pass him by on the way back and give him a wink and a smile and a saunter over to the bar, explain the guy is your friend (better yet, relative of some kind so as to diffuse tension) and voila!
Mission accomplished.