Today fuckin' rules.
Work, as usual, is, well, work. Stopped by Starbucks to say goodbye to Karl, who is moving to Atlanta.
Back at the shop, I was standing around outside doing, well, nothing, when Lisa came back out to look for me.
"You're wanted by the hot guy," she said.
I go back inside. And not only has he returned the clipboard that my absentminded ass left at his house when I dropped off the bike, but he's brought me FLOWERS. And a mini-mix CD.
Too fucking cute for words.
I also got my press copy of the new Lucero. And I'm going out to dinner with a friend and then going to get drunk. Happy drunk.
Work, as usual, is, well, work. Stopped by Starbucks to say goodbye to Karl, who is moving to Atlanta.
Back at the shop, I was standing around outside doing, well, nothing, when Lisa came back out to look for me.
"You're wanted by the hot guy," she said.
I go back inside. And not only has he returned the clipboard that my absentminded ass left at his house when I dropped off the bike, but he's brought me FLOWERS. And a mini-mix CD.
Too fucking cute for words.
I also got my press copy of the new Lucero. And I'm going out to dinner with a friend and then going to get drunk. Happy drunk.
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fatality:
Happy is good.
merry:
Thanks. I think I'm okay with it. The boy was going to be unable to move with me, so I was having these nightmarish visions of being in a new city where I know 3 people out of several million, studying in a program probably a lot more challenging thatn what I'm used to, and missing the boy. So at least I don't have to worry about that. Now I'm scared to death of having to get a job as a telemarketer. 
