Urg

Stupid pounding head.
Stupid not enough sleep.
STUPID client at 9:30 (supposed to be 9 but F'em)
Stupid boy telling me stories, and buying me a WAY too strong drinkie way too late (This one tasted like ass), and me drinking it and flirting HARD, and having to be at work at 8, instead of being dragged awake then.

No I didn't get any, but what I do have is a quasi-date for Saturday night.
Dinner and movies.
We'll see.
I'm serious, I'm being a grown up next time, and saying "Well I have to get up early *handshake* see you."
*groan*

(It also hasn't escaped me that I really should be getting on a plane to Atlanta about now, or rather, on the bus to the airport. I'm starting to regret my decision. But, instead of Saturday night with Rogue, I get CB. *shrug* I think it might be a fair trade.)

OMG

Watching the VMA's

SHE-IT - I WANT Britney
she looks like DAMN Wendy and Lisa from the Revolution
all black leather and GRRRRR.

Whoops. I think I just went VERY Lesbian!
*runs*

ADDENDUM - What the HELL is up with all the Goth clothing anyway? Pink is wearing black leather hot pants, and a bell sleeve leather/rubber top. I don't REALLY mind, Pink is hot, but I don't want every frickin NORMAL dressing like me!!! Dammit!

OK back now.

Addendum 2:

Me (to Shakira): Those pants are skin tight baby, how do you get into those?
Shakira (to me): You can start by buying me a drink.
Me: *boggle*
*giggles*

Now I've seen everything

I just fell back in love.
With Axl Rose.

Somebody tell me who the guys were in the band, because I know, I just can't believe it.