I have been relatively giddy with happiness for the past week or so. I am disgusting even myself. Usually I just disgust everyone else.
This is a short week because of the holiday. I can't believe it's Wed. already.
Short work weeks make me happy. Although rumor has it that we have a last-minute long-ass meeting this morning. Boo.
On Friday, I am supposed to go camping with the group of guys that I lived with/worked with when I was in college. I haven't seen them since like Feb., so I am really excited about that. I am sure there will be much drunken debauchery, and I have to prove to Derek somehow that I have more game than he had in his heyday since I was talking trash the other day on the phone. Think there will be any hot guys out there I can molest for the sake of winning the bet? Then Sat. I will drive back to Columbus and go to the Killers concert and then take Nicki out for her birthday. If the door lady at Vanity tries to tell me again that I'm not in her computer system and have never been there, I WILL punch her.
I gave my Buckeye tickets for this weekend to the boyfriend so he can take his daughter to the game. I debated that for a long time, I was going to sell them and make some monies, but I finally went into his office last night and was like "Look - I won't share these with you often...they're mostly mine...but one of my favorite childhood memories with my dad was going to the games...why don't you take Mac?" She is SOOO excited. And she's so cute when she's excited, so I feel like a good person for making her happy.
I am ready for a new glass project. I had to take a bit of a break after the monstrosity of the monk-piece that is in my photo album. It was 80 hours of work on a month-long deadline. I basically didn't sleep. Anyone want to throw a commission my way that is less complicated than that?
I also need to leave ALL Spoiler tags alone. All of them. I got an eyeful of larvae boob today and I am still attempting to keep my PopTart in place. *shudders* I will have nightmares. Why?!?...why did you have to ruin bewbies for me?
This is a short week because of the holiday. I can't believe it's Wed. already.
Short work weeks make me happy. Although rumor has it that we have a last-minute long-ass meeting this morning. Boo. On Friday, I am supposed to go camping with the group of guys that I lived with/worked with when I was in college. I haven't seen them since like Feb., so I am really excited about that. I am sure there will be much drunken debauchery, and I have to prove to Derek somehow that I have more game than he had in his heyday since I was talking trash the other day on the phone. Think there will be any hot guys out there I can molest for the sake of winning the bet? Then Sat. I will drive back to Columbus and go to the Killers concert and then take Nicki out for her birthday.
If the door lady at Vanity tries to tell me again that I'm not in her computer system and have never been there, I WILL punch her. I gave my Buckeye tickets for this weekend to the boyfriend so he can take his daughter to the game. I debated that for a long time, I was going to sell them and make some monies, but I finally went into his office last night and was like "Look - I won't share these with you often...they're mostly mine...but one of my favorite childhood memories with my dad was going to the games...why don't you take Mac?" She is SOOO excited. And she's so cute when she's excited, so I feel like a good person for making her happy.
I am ready for a new glass project. I had to take a bit of a break after the monstrosity of the monk-piece that is in my photo album. It was 80 hours of work on a month-long deadline. I basically didn't sleep. Anyone want to throw a commission my way that is less complicated than that?
I also need to leave ALL Spoiler tags alone. All of them. I got an eyeful of larvae boob today and I am still attempting to keep my PopTart in place. *shudders* I will have nightmares. Why?!?...why did you have to ruin bewbies for me?
what a funny word.