*drool* 2003-05-14 - 4:27 p.m.
Go back to this entry and read the top eleven reasons why to date a flutist. Please.
Keanu wants you to.
However, that doesn't mean you can have him. He's mine, dammit!
*drool*
*enter full-on anticipatory geek mode..... NOW*
(Guess what I'll be doing at 3:45 tomorrow? :-D)
Hmmmm. Now, to share a TMI tidbit of the day. This morning, pre-shower, I went to Eckerd to purchase some vanilla Coke, Reese sticks, cheese puffs, a People Magazine (50 most beautiful of course), and a 16th birthday card for my sister (AGGGGGHHHHHH!). But, the thing is, my attire for my Eckerd run involved changing my pajama pants for the pair of jeans I found immediately at the top of the dirty clothes hamper (therefore, the "safest"), and putting on my green hoodie over my very large ugly t-shirt. Sans bra, still. You see, the hoodie is the key here- otherwise, I am really not one who can go out in public with some sort of, well, support. Hehe.
So I was sauntering on my merry way. No problem, right? Well, on the way to and from the store, not one but three assholes in their rusty Trans Ams (or something very similar) honked their horns at me. Or around me. Whatever. Still. It was mildly disturbing.
*sigh*
What can I say? Look for me on the Miss White Trash 2004 calendar.
That's all I have to say for right now. I'm damn bored.