PosterNutbag

in honor of october 31st, i offer you this clever antic:

what's the difference between girl ghosts and boy ghosts?
BOO-bies

crazy-ass week. work's been full of new clients, long hours, crisis, and spanish. tomorrow i even get to attend a funeral..... a real barrel of laughs. i'm s.h.i.t. (so happy it's thursday). total s.h.i.t.

halloween is approaching. way too quickly. i have yet to purchase a costume, although i have it all set in my mind. and this year, for whatever reason, i feel committed to my character. my fingers are crossed that it'll all come off without too much time, effort, &/or money. i'll keep you posted.

meanwhile it is freezing out and i have been postponing turning on the heat. why? i don't rightly know. why have i been suffering night after night? i don't have the answers. for these questions and so many more. accordingly, the heat has been switched on.


hmm...

i do NOT have jury duty tomorrow, as previously scheduled and i couldn't be more delighted! furthermore, i may not *fingers crossed* get called for any other trials! wewt-wewt!! i just did a jig of happiness!

i've mentioned it before, but let me say it again: i hate those damn magnetic car ribbons. seems every car in america is sporting one. not only are they everywhere, they cover every cause imaginable. the other day i saw a rest in peace pope john paul II car ribbon. you can even find hipster causes. where did this fad come from? quite frankly, i wish bad things for the people with said ribbons on their car. mostly i want to ram those fuckers right in the bumper. it is with great restraint that i hold myself back. (good thing too, cause i'm tough)

this weekend was "Educator Savings" at the corporate book/music megacorp. i could not have been more pleased, as i have a very official public school badge that does not specify in any way that i am NOT, in fact, a teacher. so in a very devious & naive way, i made various purchases thus receiving monies off things i would probably have never bought had it not been for the enticing discount. in my shopping basket? the new liz phair, fiona apple & franz ferdinand, plus the virgin suicides. (see, i wasn't kidding when i said i was wandering the store looking for things to purchase)

i like the idea that i stuck it to the man-------- AND saved money on nonclearance items.

Your Hair Should Be Orange

Expressive, deep, and one of a kind. You pull off "weird" well - hardly anyone notices.

(compliments of poppy)

my saturday night was occupied by a good friend's "bachelorette" party. while the bulk of the party was held at my house, it was chocked full of the required amount of sex talk, "pin the hose on the fireman", laughing, & drinking. and it was thanks to too much fun that i spent the majority of my sunday either puking or sleeping. (today's goal: solid food)

at around midnight the gals decided dancing at the local college bar was a necessity. i'm not much for the bar scene and truly this particular bar is high on my groaner list. still, i felt compelled to follow any and all directions given by the bride-to-be. as usual the bar was full of club music, frat boys, and painted sorority girls with hoop earrings. much to our dismay the dance floor was empty. lucky for me, the bride-to-be didnt force us into dancing- just more drinking. but, one girl felt the uncontrollable need to dance- solo and spotlighted. it was during this club med tribute that she caught the eye of a young ponytailed lad wearing a dark side of the moon tshirt. after she returned to our table, he quickly made the approach and began talking, shamelessly hitting on my dancer friend. ooooh, and he was laying it on thick. after ages were exchanged, he didn't let up with the "i can't believe how young you look, i never thought...." it was priceless. i was taking notes. so, they danced a bit, and after about 5 songs, he realized he was getting no where. he politely excused himself, stating he had to go home. (sidenote: i watched as he exited the bar, and quietly returned, making another "approach" to another group of ladies)

on our stumble back from the bar, we teased the dancer friend about her little boyfriend. "he wasn't hitting on me," she insisted adamantly, "he's clearly gay!" why? "Didn't you see the triangle on his shirt!?!"