maggiezee

okay. today's the day. if i have to eat addy like candy, i will, but i've gotta get my resume up to date.

and maybe a little faked haha. but hey, if an old boss liked me enough to tell me i could put him down as a boss of any job i wanted, i must be a great employee and able to adapt, right? okay, so maybe i can't put rocket scientist on there, but i'll figure something out.

it's such a pretty day! it only makes it harder to sit inside on my laptop, but maybe if i finish with daylight to spare i'll do something fun.

oooooh right!! i've got a 90's dance party to go to at a lesbian bar with a sexy little thing i knew from NC! it's a double edged sword to be out as bisexual, some people think you're greedy/slutty/attention starved but those people can shove off. it's the girls who see me as a way to stretch their bi-curious legs i enjoy the most. especially when their boyfriends are on business trips.

"mags, we struck out! how?!"
"i don't know ash, this bar is a little clique-ey, they'll warm up when they've seen us a few times."
"you're probably right. it's so good to have a gal to go out with! maybe i need a little practice before i try to go home with one of these girls..."
"are you saying what i think you are?"
"oh! well, i mean don't worry about it if it'd make you uncomfortable or ruin our friendship..."
"i can't think of anything that could make this friendship better!"
"oh goodie! so you'll teach me?"
and the rest is sexy sexy history. and history repeats itself, hopefully tonight.