A sure sign that the unhappiest time of the month is about to arrive: I just teared up watching Made.

And about that interview... If someone were to say to you, "Would you like to come in to talk and learn more about the company?", would YOU interpret that as, say, an interview? I was certain that's what this Kelly woman meant. So I get decked out in my business suit, prepare my portfolio, and head to the TCF tower TO TAKE A BUNCH OF SKILLS TESTS. I wasn't asked a single freaking question about my qualifications or my skills or a time I demonstrated my leadership ability and I really wasn't in the right frame of mind to be taking tests. Needless to say I won't be hearing anything positive back from them. Ho hum, so the search continues.

I've been awake for less than an hour and already I'm bored (very nearly to tears - MTV touches me so). In eight and a half hours, dear Darren will return to my open arms and we will bask in one another's blissful company. By that I mean we'll play Playstation and pull on the cat's limbs and guzzle Dr. Pepper - all activities that are much more fun in pairs.

Last week Darren asked what happens if he asks my dad if he can marry me and the old man says no? Wouldn't that just abuot be the funniest thing in the world? I only find it funny because it would never happen.

In an unrelated matter, would you say it's inappropriate to mention a penis pump in front of a significant other's parents, grandmother and sister? I mean, if it's completely kidding and meant as a joke? You know, the kind no one laughs at?