thirtyseven

i got a job today. fina-fucking-ly. i got fired from my first post-graduate job less than a week after i started it. i just started doing some freelance marketing work a few weeks ago. and now i have a seasonal help job, where i work for the man, so that i can get a discount on these and these, both of which i find insanely sexy.

currently,

tasting: toothpaste. i'm kissable.
seeing: a rainbow, though there was no rain today.
hearing: OMG, i heard tori amos on wzpl. that's the local radio station that plays the googoo dolls and avril lavigne. *dies*
feeling: smooth and silky soft
smelling: waterfall mist lotion by bath + body works
waiting for: my haircut next week

stolen from a35mmlife: what don't i know about you? just the facts, please.

you didn't know that i hugged shamu when i was wee. i was part of the show at sea world.

ps - i'm not the type to walk around alone with a grin on my face .. as much as i love disneyland i could never work there .. but today i walked past one of those stores whose sole purpose is to take cute pictures of babies with props .. and i saw this chubby little baby, about 9 months old, wearing these puffy orange pants that weren't really pants because they were sewn together at the end .. and this hat that was suppsed to be the leaves and stem of a pumpkin .. and that's all! in the middle all he had was a lot of baby fat. picture it. it's cute, isn't it? my kids are SO going to be forced to do things like that, especially when they're 9 months old and can't argue about being a topless pumpkin baby.