Quick and Girly

scarlett says I look sad. I saw that on my yahoo when I was cleaning my desk. You see, I have been cleaning a lot lately. I have a fresh home. It feels good. I guess. Oh, sorry for not responding scarlett. I was in a cleaning frenzy.

My hair is in a frenzy here. 80's hair. From this very morning. Yeah. I have nothing to say. Or just waffley stuff. I have them in my freezer right now. Waffles.

GOOD LORD! I am so boring. And scattered.

Oh, I'm going to a comedy show on Saturday with B. This is pretty sweet, cause as yall know, I'm such a comedy fanboy. But, more importantly (extreme GIRL ALERT coming), I get to wear my new dress. You see, when I found it in the store, I was with B and I held it up to him and was like, "What do you think?"

I could see it on his face: Ugh. No. (Later, I found out that he was really thinking, "Wow. That's a hideously preschool dress. Are those big-ass learn-to-use-buttons buttons? Is that a cherry print?!? I really don't like that dress.")

So, I was like, "Wait till I try it on. If you don't like it, I won't get it." (I was spending his money. Hee hee.)

And I tried it on. And he liked it. A lot. So did the fella handing his sweetheart clothes in the dressing room next to me. And I was like, "See? You should trust I know what looks good on me." By 'me', I meant 'my tits'. Yeah, my tits look fabulous in this frock. I'm very excited to play dress up.

Anyway, dinner, drinks, comedy, a long ass drive. Sounds like fun. I'm off to confess dirty things to the hip preist now, before he is silenced by the evil blog police. Peace, babies.