So, the biggest news--I got a job! I know, I am shocked too. Lina & working, they just don't go together, right? It's a pretty good job too, I am taking over the position of a woman on maternity leave. THANK GOD FOR PEOPLE THAT PROCREATE! Anyway, I now have to get up at 5 am, and I cry when I think about going to work, but I will be able to buy myself clothes made by two year olds in Cambodia from Old Navy now! Woo hoo!!!!!!
Last night I went to go see Ian's band play. You know, maybe I am just getting old, but it has become rather painful to see shows now. Even though I really liked the music, and it was the perfect level of emo for me, I kept thinking, "why is this so loud?" But Ian is a rock star.
Also, there were scores of boys/men there, and it made me nervous. I can't seem to function in their presence. I am pathetic, yes. Of course the lovely Tracy was also there. Tracy used to be a financial analyst. Now I am not one to point fingers (or wiggle them for that matter), but the word 'analyst' clearly features the word anal. Appropriately enough, I suppose. Speaking of which, PLEASE, go read the last letter in Savage Love this week. I peed myself laughing.
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Today, as a form of birth control, I hung out with my friend Christy's three children, and two of my buddies from the North Bay. This little excursion has encouraged me to stay celibate for at least another 20 years, even though I probably would have anyway, by default. As far as small boys go, these ones are pretty f'in cool. But I am too tired to do that at a full-time level, yaknowwhatimean?
