oh. my. god. my new favourite store.

Yeah! I have blood on my uniform. Boo! I think it's my coworker's.

hey maybe that's why my wisdom teeth were hurting?

hee. It's been so long since I've checked out people's sites I don't even know when I'm being maligned. What? I voted for howie.

duck. duck. duck. all in a row.

Just when things reach their most bleak, I get a glimmer of hope. A Mariah Carey's sanity sized glimmer, but I'll take what I can get. I won't post details 'cause I don't want to jinx it. How many times can you call a potential employer before it becomes too many times?

I am now licensed to drive an ambulance, a taxi or a tractor trailer without airbrakes.

I think my mum would kill me if I posted the lululemon sweater/bridget bardot lookalike photo, but let it be known, I really, really wanted to.

fuck. fuck. fuck.

Tuscany doesn't have a starborgs. It doesn't even have a grocery store.

my feet are cold and tingly - could be the potato chips or the yoga.

Some legal counsel courtesy of kittenpants.

...and another thanks but no thanks call. Will I ever get a paying job? I now know more unemployed people my age than those with jobs - how weird is that? OK, we all worked in computer stuff - but I think even autoworkers and miners have more job security these days.

I like little. miniatures, small type, tiny drawings, collectible erasers.