An interview! A bloody frickin' interview! Can you believe it? I most certainly cannot. It's in downtown Minneapolis, too - well within my comfot zone. Ha. Pardon me, but I need to commence freaking out.
Gosh, I'd sure like a job.
just don't blame me if it's not always chipper
An interview! A bloody frickin' interview! Can you believe it? I most certainly cannot. It's in downtown Minneapolis, too - well within my comfot zone. Ha. Pardon me, but I need to commence freaking out.
Well hello there. Did everyone have a lovely Valentine’s Day? And you all got the perfect valentine from that special somebody? No? Ah hell, there’s always next year.
I'm really amused by the Valentine's Day-directed commercials that say things to the effect of, "Make her day so she'll make your night." Do these men really have to work that hard to get laid? A hooker would probably be cheaper than the inflated prices of a dozen roses and a box of chocolates on Valentine's Day. I'll be spending Valentine's Day without Darren. Less pressure that way, you know.
I woke up this morning to the fat cat puking on the bed. Twice. I went to the bathroom and thought, "Boy, what's that smell?" Not your normal funky bathroom smell, mind you. Because the sink! The sink was full of cat puke! I'm sorry - I just felt like you should know that. That's how my day started.
It’s fifty-one degrees outside right now. I’m not sure whether you’re aware of the amazingness of this event, but it’s pretty damn amazing. I know we’re only just entering February – snowy, snowy February – but it almost feels like spring is just around the corner. Oh how we’re teased.