So, I was eyeing this piece of candy and

I've just discovered I'm a pig. I objectify men. *grin* Isn't that great!

Anyway

Tanget - Some really freaking weird thunder I'm hearing.

So, with the abscence of the Coat yet again (note to self - send slightly whiny email, gage response) I was bored silly. About 12:30, this tall blondish boy walks past. Now I do a double, and pointed him out to feline who pointed out that my girls were getting looks of their own *blush* Even after that distraction, I turned back to the boy. He started dancing and, while he moved ok, it wasn't all that great. yes, BUT, say I to myself, he's drinking a Corona, so he's at LEAST your new minimum age (shaddup, I heard that). I start watching him, I'm pretty sure he knew, because every time my view of him was blocked he'd move to a better location so I could still see him. This happened several times. Plus I'm sure he looked over at me several times, I met his eyes once or twice. He kept unbuttoning buttons on his black shirt, and that's when I starting thinking "He looks familar." I watch him til the end of the night. He was pounding his beer, and I SWEAR trying to get the balls to talk to me. He didn't tho, and I need more evaluation before I talk to him. Because it came to me who I think he was.

I called him Harry Potter. He frequented Club Hell, and was taken in by this one before the Scottish Incident. I'm not sure if HP is old enough tho, but I should expect to see him about now, as he'd be back from whatever school he went to. Now, he's a dickhead, but I don't think he did anything that wasn't deserved (Sue me I'm still bitter, and not about HP either) PLUS he's even cuter, if it is him, and I think some young naughty fun is DEFINATELY my ticket, especially if the Coat continues to not work out.

And on that note, I should be off to bed. I'm thinking about Hell on Sunday, to see if I find a Harry Potter, and maybe bring one home with me *evil grin*

BTW - Vanillia Coke is crack and rocks my teenage party world.

I R Hungry

I need a Coffe Coolatta.
Mocha.
With cream.
And a donut.
Even tho apparantly, I am being served the Dessert of Doom this evening. Something about Creme Brulee, and Bananas Foster.

*Beavis voice*
Fire. Heh. Heh heh heh. Heh.
*/bv*

I so don't feel like going to work, but I could use the $$$.
Oh, sounds like the window guys are done. I'll go and check, and then get my donut.

Grrrr.

Window guys not yet done. Will be dashing as soon as they are.

I'm now super annoyed.
My sister just called me and asked "Do you still have money put away?"
Um, no, WHY?
"I have some bills that need to be paid. I'd need it til next week."
What makes you think I have money to lend to you?
"Well I thoiught you had it never mind."

Now, this is the one who never repays ANY money. She keeps telling me that I owe her $20, which, as _I_ recall, I borrowed from her in January, and she said "Oh I owed you money, just keep it." I am apparantly supposed to be willing to lend her ALL my saved money with her promise of "til next week."

As much as I could use a buffer right now, I'm SO glad I paid my insurance and have no extra cash. I don't like taking money from people who can't afford it, or taking someone's hard earned savings. And she does this all the time. She works Saturday nights at Bickford's, makes $150 in tips and never has any money. $150 a week would SO keep me in style, for food, and ManRay and everything. ON TOP of her salary, which, I admit, most goes for rent. but I'll bet that donut I want someone is looking to have her arrested, for a bounced check or something.

i've been bad. but I've NEVER allowed it to get THAT bad. And suddenly, even in my f-ed up living/work state, I'm supposed to bail her out.

Not A Chance.