It's getting hot in herre...
Last nite after that good, bad, and ugly special edition of American Idol they had this supposed newsshow "The Pulse." Excuse my skepticism, but I don't think I'd ever turn to FOX for anything informative or serious.
They interviewed Eminem's mom on The Pulse. Personally I think she's cashing in on her son the only way she's able to. Perhaps I'm not giving enough credit to the possibility that maybe, just maybe, Mr. Slim Shady does overexaggerate the vileness which is his mom. However, in my opinion, there is so much anger in his lyrics that I wouldn't doubt their sincerity. He's obviously really angry. And here she is trying to save face while saying she worries about her son. That's he's miserable and headed into a state of depression.
Maybe he is depressed. Debbie (Em's mom) is hardly the first person he'd turn to for help, though. The interview guy even confronted her with how a
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L's gon' give it to ya!
Cradle 2 The Grave opens today. (Warning! It's not at Canyon Meadows like CalgaryMovies.com claims) Are you excited? I am.
I so am. Why?
Reason no. 1: Mark Dacascos. I had the biggest crush on this guy back when I saw Only The Strong. Yeah, he's not very famous, but he's still hot and he still does his martial arts thing well. Bonus: He's the big bad guy in this movie. Yeah, babee! Hottie bad guys are sexy. Hopefully he hasn't aged too much. It has been some time since I've seen him in a movie.
Reason no. 2: Jet Li rocks as well. Yeah, he's not terrific eye candy...but it's always beautiful watching him kick some bad-guy butt. Romeo Must Die may not have been the best movie in the world, but that fight scene with Russell Wong (another martial arts hottie) surrounded by fire was golden.
Reason no. 3: DMX. Perhaps not his acting abilities, but more his soundtrack contributions. I love it when he g
We love you, Vern!
I treated my mom by taking her out for noshies and then the Home and Garden Show last nite. You know? It's kind of like the Everything About Sex show. You pay admission to get into a room where everybody is trying to sell you something. Basically you pay money to get into a place where you pay more money. Lots of great ideas, though. When I have my own pad, I'm going to have a blast (and if there's a significant other, he better keep his mouth shut and leave all the decorating to me :D I have a vision and it's not going to be swayed.)
The Home and Garden show doesn't sound like my cuppa tea, but I always enjoy it. Mommy and me had great fun looking at all the window treatments, the landscaping suggestions, bathroom and kitchen renovations. If money were infinite, the two of us would have a field day with the house. Then again, if finances were not an issue, we may butt heads a little over how to spend it.
Anyway, the highlight of the
I wanna sell something
You see that friggin' blogspot ad-banner up there at the top of my blog? Yeah, I know a lot of you have those, too. And hey, it's the only way to get this magnificent contraption for free.
Does anyone really pay attention to those? I know I didn't for the longest time. And then one day I was visiting over at Clipper the Dog's place and lo and behold, his ad-banner has links to buying LA Clipper tix! Totally relevant advertising! (Clipper is, duh, a diehard Clippers fan.)
So I whipped back to my own blog to see what kind of marketing goodness my blog was trying to sell to people. Bah! Free birthday cards. Boooooooo. I need to think of a product to promote, pepper my blog full of it, and get my ad-banner to make you all aware to the wondrous goodness of...well, the goodness of someting. I'll have to work on that.
I want my blog to offer up a little bit of "Lil Mija Magic."
*sings* I wanna be, wanna be like Leah.
Holy, does it ever go down smooth
Despite the crappy roads, Bizkette (formerly known as Lethal on here...just to update you folks) gathered a few of us for what was supposed to be margarita nite at Kelsey's. Alright, I was down with that.
Unfortunately, it wasn't margarita nite. Apparently margarita nite is on Tuesday. *mental note for future group outings* Undeterred, Bizkette, Sunflower, and Bizkette's sister downed 7 bigass margaritas between the 3 of them. Lucky wenches that they are, 2 of those were on the house since they were served up the wrong flavors. I'm not sure how our waitress/bartender could have such a short memory, but I won't dog on her 'cuz I've had "blond" moments like that, too.
But ah, see, not I. I didn't have margaritas as originally planned. Oh no, nu uh. Once again, just like the nite before with the falafels becoming Mexican food, I became distracted. Margaritas became tiramismoothies in my mind.
Howeve
Warning: serious profanity in the following
I'm a sucker, I bought the Cradle 2 The Grave soundtrack (I can't wait till Friday!) and really only the first 2 evoke any sort of reaction from me. By that I mean they are actually worth a 2nd, 3rd, 4th listen and more for their entertainment value. I couldn't even tell you much about the rest of the soundtrack. Actually, that's a lie, I can recall the Foxy Brown song, but I can't tell you the title. So I guess that song is a half success.
Anyway, below is what I believe to be the lyrics to the 2nd song. I can't say they're the true lyrics 'cuz I couldn't find any other versions that would dispute its accuracy, though I swear they're just republications of one person's attempt to transcribe the song. Why am I posting these song lyrics? I'm not too sure actually. I think it's my surprise over how this song washes over me. The words are pretty flaming, and one would think it'd
La vida rica
Beautiful.
Daisy and I were able to get rush seats to tonite's performance of Evita. As I've said, it was a Theatre Calgary production so I wasn't expecting too much, but it completely blew me away! The sets were designed, I swear, by such creative geniuses that each scene was full to the brim with details. A very rich and complete production. Their voices and dancing completely blew me away. Such talent! We got amazing value on those rush seats, the show is easily worth the full regular admission.
So before the show, I was craving falafels. The flaw in our plan was wandering around Stephen Avenue on our way to Falafel King. I got so distracted by all the other foods. Casa de la Salsa, Thai Rose, Cedar's Deli (Lebanese)...so many choices! Ended up with an alternate plan at Juan's Mexican Restaurant. Guacamole? Fantastic! That was some really excellent guac. Daisy had some kinda tostadas thing (why do all Spanish/Mexican/Latino/Hispanic
Gimme back my comments, you stoopid stoopid internet! Grrrrrr!
My computer here at work says my page is "Done, but with errors on page" Grrr again! Just when Zak helped me fix it up and make it all shiny. I haven't even touched the template since then! Perhaps it's the lack of the comments coming through that is the cause of all this. *crosses her fingers*
And you! Yeah YOU! Zak's birthday is swiftly approaching. Have you given him some tattoo-fundage yet? I'm doing my best to do my part. (Thanks, Civic!)
Bravo
Living the lives of lil cultured debutantes once again, Daisy and I will be catching Evita tonite. Granted, it is only the Theatre Calgary production, but it is never a bad thing to "sophisticate" yourself.
Sorry, American Idol...I won't be tuning into tonite's competition. Besides, you banned Frenchie. Booooo on you!
They come, they go
Alas, my fave NYC blog RayGarraud.net is coming to an end. It really shouldn't be a sad thing considering the circumstances bringing about its conclusion, but I am choked nonetheless.
All the best, Ray! Hope to see you around still somehow.
And as Ray departs the blogging scene, Sunflower is stepping back into it. Enter Honestly...Life Does Go On!
Weekend countdown
Wow, no posts since Thursday, can you believe it? Anyway, quick recap of my weekend. (Sorry, HTML knowledge is too limited to have my numbers go backwards. Not that it matters anyway.)
Friday noshies with aqua angel and Daisy, in other words unifriends less 1. One of these days we'll get Sunny out for some unifriends time. We went to Mr.Schnapps so I suppose Sunny was there in spirit. She was the one who had suggested that restaurant years and years ago.
Caught A Guy Thing at the cheap theatres after dinner. It was predictable, but that kind of movie has to be. I always enjoy Julia Stiles movies, even though she's not a super-stellar actress. Very good evening all in all.
I had to work Saturday's closing shift, first time in a long while, and go figure I have plans for that night. I don't know why the mall is open so late. I think I had 3 or 4 sales past 5 o clock. B-Girl said she really doesn't mind if I tell them I don't wan
Those dating reality shows got nothing on Curious George
I was hoping they'd archive this. Good stuffs!
These monkeys make Temptation Island look like Romper Room. I wonder if FOX has even thought of that, they're scandalous enough. A big massive dating series pitting singles of differing sexual orientations against one another for one another.
"...female macaques often form long-term sexual relationships with other females, and turn down opportunities for reproductive sex with a male, even though at other times they might mate happily with the same male...frequently reject(ing) willing males for the favours of their female partner."
Well, I guess that shoots down the conservative view that homosexuality is unnatural. And obviously these swinging animals *giggles* are about more than just increasing their population.
Interesting that critters would be this way. I always found it amusing on elimiDATE when the girls sometimes show more interest in their opp
Firestarter
This has gone on long enough.
Maybe it's the media overhyping it, but I somehow doubt it. Besides, the more attention the press gives to the "situation" the bigger these fools' egos get and the lesser the likelihood that any of this will die down.
I'm talking about all this hostility within one's own race. You see and hear about it everywhere. If I hear another news report about "asian gang violence" I may just have to hurt somebody myself out of frustration. Now, ain't that some irony?
It's not even just the Asians. I mean, look at this past weekend. That poor Jamaican guy who was killed point blank at a party at Club Social Latino. Fine, I know it's customary to report the location of the incident in a newspaper article, but I felt there was an unnecessary emphasis on the fact that the victim was Jamaican and everybody at the party was Jamaican so chances are the shooter, too, was Jamaican.
I suppose I could be
Before I get my head ripped off...
Alright, I promised him I'd show him some linky-love today and I suppose I do owe it to him for getting him addicted to this whole blogging thing, so here it is:
(Insert Witty Title Here) is a newcomer to this here blogging game. He's been a friend of mine online for a few years going now, and it was kinda funny how we met 'cuz it turns out that his cousin was my best friend in kindergarten. Mind you that me and this common link live waaaay up here in Calgary and he lives waaaaay down there in California. Small world, huh? Anyway, anybody who can spare a few moments to give him some comments of encouragement or what have you please do so.
Even though I think people who are getting a Bellagio wedding shouldn't be so spoiled. *jealous* Kidding, dood!
And Haloscan, my comments provider says...
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*sigh* No comments till Tuesday. How will a blogging/comment junkie like me survive?
What would Brian Boitano do?
Psh, ok, so that title has nothing to do with this post, but the siblings and cousin are watching South Park The Movie right now so that's what my mind's stuck on.
I feel like craaaaap. I should've known. Went out for noshies with Sunflower Saturday nite despite feeling exhausted and achey. Next morning....well, it was not an excellent way to wake up, let's just put it that way.
So I called in sick (*sniffs* no Mr. Hottie today!) and drifted in and out of consciousness all day long. It didn't/doesn't help that there was/is a family gathering going on in the house. Anyway, 11pm and I decided to finally get out of bed and try and be a bit active. Someone shoot me now.
I'm all slept out, I could use some coffee right now (I can hear them grinding the beans upstairs) Coffee at 1:30am? Well it's not like I need any sleep anytime soon.
This fever must be craaaazy, I'm in my basement in a tanktop and I'm not fe
Quit digging a deeper hole for yourself
Man, I feel bad for c2 . Having to deal with people of this sort.
----Original Message Follows----
From: "Jon Sakshaug"
To:
Subject: blackcaesar
Date: Sun, 16 Feb 2003 00:54:08 -0500
man you must really be unintelligent because you believe a one sided dispute.... terrible "sucka"lol
I found this email in my inbox today. People like him need to let things go. Chrystal expressed her dislike for this person on her blog a few days ago, and us decent people in the world gave her comments of support. I mean, I've known people like this guy, and they're so not kewl. You can never have serious convos with these people, they turn everything into a joke, and really, it's a complete waste of your time to deal with them.
Zak got an email from this guy, too. And I'm assuming anyone who stood behind Chrystal via comments on her blog got an email as well. How unfortunate that this guy has nothing bette
Special Delivery
Thanks for all those who wished Lana and Posie well. Lana got discharged last nite and we went to visit the lil familia at their home shortly afterward. Posie is exhausted (understandably) and poor Lana clings to her mama like crazy. The poor girl has a sad and miserable look on her face, and flinches away from anyone who isn't her moms. Turns out she was tended to, for the most part, by student nurses who still had a ways to go with their practicing. I would give anything to have her bounce back to health right quick.
Alrighty, so I had a quite a few Valentines in my mailbox yesterday. Yay, me! I don't mind sharing a few of them with you. (Idea copied from Ryan .)
"Baby, it don't have to be Pitch Black. Let me be your Knockaround Guy. I'll give it to you Fast and Furious. We'll make it xXx. Much Love, V. Diesel"
"Hey, remember me? I miss my little Ladybug. If I could turn back time, I'd go back to the days when you w
My Funny Valentine
So the working day is winding down, and thusly Valentine's Day and the ensuing long weekend can begin in earnest. But before I go, I just have to share my day with you all. I intended to not blog at all today so that all of you would see the valentine I've made for you upon your visit. If you have not seen it yet, it's right below this entry. Simple, yet fun. That's me.
Ok, so to recount the first 17 hours of Valentine's Day 2003, Leah-style...
It's been snowing lightly all day, I think it's beautiful. However, the snow likes to play tricks on your legs. It's in cahoots with the ice, you see, and they have great fun victimizing unsuspecting young ladies in high-heeled biatch boots.
I was minding my own business, strutting my strut, doing my thing, all the way to the bus stop. Then "whoosh," down I go! So much for the sexy strut, the hotness. To add insult to my lil booboo, the bus drove right past me as I was p
Psychic hugs
My baby goddaughter, Lana, isn't feeling too well. They took her to emergency late last night/early in the morning and the docs ran some tests on her. They'd give her a room but there's no beds available.
I hope Posie is handling it alright. This is the first time Lana's ever been sick. I've wanted to call Posie since I found out but she's been by Lana's side through the whole thing, and obviously her celly is turned off in the hospital.
Not disregarding Posie's feelings, I feel horrible over what the two of them are going through. I wish I could be there with them right now. I mean, isn't that what best friends/godparents are for? *sigh* I wish I was there.
Help! Au secours! Ayudeme!
I think those all mean the same thing.
Anyway, yeah, I need help. Zak just let me know that my blog is chock-full of errors. I noticed that before, but now my computer just overlooks them or something so I don't even realize there's still a problem.
Anyone out there computer savvy with time to spare to help me out? *puppy dog eyes*
And in other distressing news, the loser known as satisfaction messaged me tonite. He wants to know if I've had any "change of heart." Talk about missed opportunity! I should've said I'd changed my mind about letting him keep his balls. That freak had me on edge the whole weekend (which in itself I can't really explain 'cuz guys like him don't usually get under my skin). He deserves...well, he deserves some bad karma. I'm not going to let loose with what I think he deserves lest you all think I'm some demented freak after I've said my piece.
Booooooooo!
You know, FOX can be a total hypocrite sometimes. Their station thrives on being tacky and scandalous. So can anybody at FOX please tell me why they bumped off Frenchie ?
Don't tell me they all of a sudden had a hit of morality and poor Frenchie is their unfortunate first victim on their road back to being virtuous. I'm not saying what she did was right, but come on! This show is all about talent, and she had that in spades. She's a singing powerhouse! She may not be a size 2 or 6 or even 16, but the girl can definitely sing. Now they're going to act like she had never even competed?
If Joe Millionaire (another FOX show, though I do not know much about it) can feature a pornstar bimbo and suggest that the Millionaire guy was getting a blowjob in the bushes ON AIR...you can not tell me that Frenchie, whose lewd act had nothing to do with the FOX show, can not compete for the title of American Idol.
I demand the heads of those hypocritical FOX exe
Sugar, awwww, honey honey.
I don't consider myself a major chocoholic, but man does this festival ever sound irresistible. Any Bay Area people want to fill me in on the rest of the details?
From a travel article suggesting a different festival/celebration for every month of the new year:
September: California Ghirardelli Square Chocolate Festival
"A Bay Area favorite since 1852, Ghirardelli chocolate is arguably the original San Francisco treat. As such, the confectioner rewards its loyal following with a two-day feeding frenzy, selling heaps of brownies, cookies, cheesecake, fudge, tiramisu and truffles. Master chocolatiers sculpt and display lifelike busts made from blocks of chocolate, and there's even an ice cream sundae-eating contest that awards the winner his or her own weight in chocolate! Ghirardelli's flagship store, located in a shopping plaza of the same name, is the site for this decadent diversion."
Tiramisu! Cheesecake! Brownies! *he
Two dimensions: vocal talent and image
This is what Simon Cowell said would be 2 categories of ranking for this year's American Idol contest. Alas, I somehow doubt it'll work out that way.
Take tonite's performers...Kimberley and Reuben totally ripped their songs. However, they were also the more heavy-set/full-figured of the bunch. Will the audience actually base their vote purely on talent? In a perfect world they would. I mean, Reuben doesn't need to be a sex symbol to sell CDs. And Kimberley's quite pretty. If I had my way, they would be the 2 chosen out of last night's group to enter into the top 10. The "prettier" singers were weaker, with no breath support, no stage presence, no style. Actually, that's not entirely true. The girl who sang the cabaret-style song can really sing. But she's no competition for Kimberley in this round. I agree with the judges' praise on this one. I have to root for Reuben and Kimberley.
Bringing it down
Boys and girls, always remember to carry around your shopping receipts.
That Nine West purse I mentioned in the last entry? Further reduced! Got a price adjustment and now I'm 4.55 richer. Big deal! you say. Four stinking fifty five.
Ah, but it is! 4.55 is almost 3 small Tim Horton's Iced Cappuccinos (mmm) or if you want to indulge, it's a venti Starbucks Toffee Nut Latte. I learned my lesson last time, though. No more venti Starbucks anything for me, well, maybe a Tazo Chai. Yeah, I could handle a venti Tazo Chai. Maybe there was no lesson learned, after all.
Spring is coming, need more closet space!
I can't explain my latest shopping finds. I honestly can't. It feels like I'm compromising the image I've been trying to develop over the years. But then I realized, what image? My image has thrived on having people not expect what I'm going to be wearing...and I need to continue running with that.
First not-Leah-yet-is-so-now-Leah item: a studded little baguette bag by Nine West. First off, the studs have an antiqued brass look to them, really rugged. Secondly, when D-Girl showed me the bag (which she got only a couple days before me, despite how I thought it wasn't such a great bag back then) the zipper pull is one ridiculously big loop of pleather. Almost like a wrist strap of its own. I dunno, I still shake my head over this recent purchase...but it's pure funk and has been serving me quite well so far. And how can I complain about owning another Nine West bag!
Second was-not-Leah item: a crocheted
Wading in The Velvet Sea's author, Ryan, and I were chatting a bit last night and he directed me to his latest entry. Anyone with some wise and savvy words for the men? I know Sepi had some sage gems for the boys. Any takers who want to lay down the rules for them? You know the deal, speak now or forever hold your peace.
You're bringing me down!
Not much interaction with the hottie today, alas. I phoned up to him, not a very interesting convo, though I was going through better conversation topics (and his imaginary responses) in my head *s*
The fact everybody knows about him now is a real downer. The last thing I need is to be grouped with a bunch of young, twittery, bubbleheads in his eyes. Unfortunately, this may soon be the case if I don't distance myself from some of those annoying girls. Me, B-Girl, and the Jewellery girls were on our way to dropping off our deposits when we crossed paths with Mr. Hottie. Before I knew it, I was surrounded by giggling lunatics. Nooooo, that's not obvious at all. *humiliated by association*
In worser news, D-Girl has handed in her resignation. I won't get to work another shift with D-Girl during her final weeks. C'est dommage. Now it's just me and the B-Girl in our department who have all the fun. Part of me wants to bail on th
Get a life (and keep away from mine)
Overall, the internet is a beautiful and marvelous thing. Truly, it is. I've met some great people online, and I'm certain I'll meet many more. Undoubtedly, the internet also has a shady side, but depending on the circumstances and if it's all in good humor then I'll play along.
What I cannot stand, however, are the pathetic one-track-minded losers who have the inability to comprehend the simple two-letter word "no." I mean, yeah, somedays I'll humor you and go along with whatever game you want to play. But if I say "no, thanks" then that's exactly what I mean, and nothing you say is going to help your case any further.
Prime example, and I'm keeping his sn on there just 'cuz I think he deserves it. This guy had me so livid/on edge I was suspicious of everything that was going on around me as I walked down my block after our conversation. Anything within plus signs are afterthoughts
Please Mr. Postman, look and see if you've got a letter, a letter for me
Blog amendment no. 1: Smaller headers. My blog is starting to look way too long due to all the spaciousness.
And thanks to DonnieVega for the previous judo-chopping-patootie link. You give me way too much information.
Alright, so I'm not quite waiting for a letter. I'm waiting for my Visa bill. Of all things! I've never been so anxious to get my Visa statement as I am right now.
I signed up with PayPal so I can help Zak: the entertainer fulfill his birthday wishes. But now I have to wait for my Visa bill before I can actually support the cause. Hopefully it comes soon. And hopefully he gets the bday present he wanted and we get to see some nifty wax-work come into effect.
And what's wrong with Ultrablognetic ? It has been days since I've had the opportunity to read about goatless mothers! This can't be good.
Reality Bites
Thank you America for giving that boy Grigsby a chance at becoming the next American Idol. But DeMato over Caldwell??? What were you all thinking?! Boooo on you.
Or as a friend of mine just recently said "You get an F for cooperation."
I could not stand that cocky/smug smile DeMato had on her bucktooth/pointy-nosed face. Am I bitter? Nooooo, not at all.
But in thrilling reality tv news, the wanky stalker, Russ, was finally eliminated from The Bachelorette. It's about freaking time! Psycho!
Charlie and Trista's date in Cabo was absolutely perfect. Ironic that I had just attended an industry dinner for the Mexico Tourism Board highlighting Cabo and Manzanillo. Ahhh, Mexico.
Pina colada, por favor.
Like father, like...father?
Hm, check this out, I'm actually going to try my hand at some news commentary.
When I got home, Weird Kid was waiting for Smallville to start up on WPIX. I caught the tail end of the newscast. For some reason I enjoy their newscasts since they are all about New York City. I realize that most of their stories are from a land so far away that they really have no relevance to me, but I appreciate the stories 'cuz it adds more "realness" to my penchant for NYC. These people are not all socialites and big-time corporate VIPs, some of souls in the Big Apple lead normal everyday lives not much different from my own. I know, I know....it should be an obvious given. But I need that reality check every once in a while.
The news story that struck me today was about a Catholic priest who was being tried for sexually abusing a teenage boy. Unfortunately, this is the kind of story we hear about time and time again. What I could not wrap my he
Break!
I had a wonderful lunch hour today. So calm. So relaxing. I didn't spend a single dime. Well alright, I bought a Toffee Nut Latte and donated 2 bucks to the Devonian. But otherwise it was perfect. Just me, my lunch, my book, and the beautiful Devonian Gardens.
The Devonian Gardens are one of those things that you completely take for granted on a day to day basis. I walk right under it day after paper-pushing day. I haven't spent some quality time there in years.
As soon as I got there I strolled around for a bit. There are a lot of areas I don't remember. I just remember the statue of the dog, the fish ponds/falls, and the little stage.
I loved that stage when I was a lil girl. I think everybody has childhood pictures of them dancing around on the stage. I was no exception. My parents were my captive audience, sitting on those tree stump stools. And I danced my little heart out for them like an itty bitty clown.
That stage still didn't lose it
I'll take you places you ain't ever been
Trying to avoid shopping while waiting for Daisy to meet me downtown, I plucked up one of those free reads to pass my time. While sorely missing my weekly dose of Savage Love on the weekly STRAIGHT, FFWD just doesn't cut it. Anyway, since I had already read FFWD for this week, I came upon a different read: WHERE Calgary. WHERE is all about "Shopping, dining, entertainment & maps" re: my fair city. Perusing through this lil gem, I came to realize how much I appreciate C-spot for all it has to offer. Sure, there's not much to do late at night if you don't want to go dancing, drinking, or eating...but I'm certain that will all change in due time. And I will be there to witness its metamorphosis.
Upon getting home, I decided to be a big geek and highlight all the Calgary attractions and venues that I have come to experience thus far. I was further impressed by my highlighted list of culinary experien
Token of Affection
Hose Monster mentioned the whole commercial Valentine's Day holiday thingie. I agree with him wholeheartedly. I resent being told how to act, how to feel, much like a puppet.
However, that being said, I still love the holiday decor. I love the reds, I love the pinks (not together, mind you), the chocolate, the stuffed animals, the cinnamon hearts, the candy conversation hearts. I love the pajamas, the pampering, the whole princess treatment.
But, come on, people! Why must all this go down on February 14th? Why can't it be any other day?
Unfortunately, there is no undoing the commercial brainwashing. More than a few peoples' feelings would be hurt if they didn't get some form of adoration/attention on Valentine's Day. I think I would even have to include myself in that category. *ashamed* It would mean so much more on any other day, though.
A coworker is going out for V day on the 13th with the girl she's seeing. "Genius!
Awwwww yeah
Mr.hottie-boy was working today. I am soooo grateful 'cuz I had an 8 hour shift today and 6 hours yesterday was mind-numbing enough. He made time go that much quicker. Who knows why? Perhaps he has super magical powers.
Mmm, yeah, I'll bet he does.
For some reason, it seemed like practically the entire department under the age of 25 was working. Which did not bode well in my favor. Competition! However, I guess he is such a recent recruit that he is one of mine and D-Girl's best kept secrets. The Jewellery girls didn't know him, and B-Girl didn't know about him until later that day.
B-Girl was packing up a transfer for another store.
D-Girl: I think you should let Leah take that up.
B-Girl: Nah, it's no big deal, I'll take it up.
No. You really ought to let Leah take it up.
So naturally, B-Girl was perplexed as to why all of a sudden I had been given the role of "transfer-taker-upper." We filled her in as best we