And it was called…
YELLOW
You are very perceptive and smart. You are clear and to the point and have a great sense of humor. You are always learning and searching for understanding.
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Goofin’ around on this lovely Sunday night. Just trying to avoid thinking about the suck that will be Monday. The Wall Street Journal is coming tomorrow to talk to Big Boss and some other big wigs about one of my huge, huge, gigantic projects that I’ve been working on for several months now. I’ve had people calling me and asking all kinds of questions, and I’ve been gathering information and getting everything together for this…interview or whatever it is. Yeah, that’s right. I do all the grunt, and they get all the press. That’s fine. Someday I’ll get mine. You just wait…
Was sick pretty much all day yesterday. Damn. I seriously don’t want to eat French cuisine for a long, long time now. I’m still a bit queasy and weak. I’ve had a salad and crackers today and that’s about all she wrote.
Mom and Dad came to town because they were shopping for a large mirror. I had no idea they were coming and I was doing my normal Sunday routine at the Super Target when they called. I tried to hurry my way outta there so I could meet them for lunch…but I was not in too big a hurry to not give a guy my phone number!!
Yeah. I met a guy in the checkout line at the Super Frickin’ Target!! I was purchasing all kinds of crap (because I end up impulse buying every time), and I was unfortunate enough to be in the line with the sloooooow checker. It was taking him forever to ring up the family in front of me. And their kid was driving me bonkers because he was climbing all over everything.
So as I turned around to roll my eyes in bitchy disgust at the person behind me and say, “I hope you’re not in a hurry…”, I noticed that he was really cute!
And then I noticed that he only had three things in his basket (necessities, he told me….two bottles of Windex and BandAids, which started a whole conversation about his blister on his thumb from swinging a bat at the batting range and how he was in some baseball playoff that day and how he had played college baseball and where he “normally” shops and then where he lives!), so I told him that he should go in front of me. And by the time I was at the register, I told him that he should go again. No again, and then he added that he was really enjoying the conversation!
So as we waited for the slooooow cashier to ring all of my goodies up, he and I chatted about my cat (he noticed the litter) and his dog and on and on the conversation went! The cashier even had to do a price check on the Mossimo wedges I’d picked up, which bought us even more convo time!
Eventually, my transaction was over, so as I was walking away I asked him about his playoff and he told me to wait and he’d walk me out and tell me about it.
So I did. We stood outside the doors and chatted for a while and then he asked me if I wanted to have coffee sometime. Um. Yes. I fumbled around in my purse, and then wrote my number on the back of a shoe receipt of all things! Wished him good luck, and left the parking lot with the biggest, goofiest grin on my face.
Me=big, goofy dork.
Met Mom and Dad for lunch. They are really digging this funky cafe close to my place and want to go there every time they come to town now. We laughed and joked. Mom asked me if I’d had my tattoo enlarged. No Mom, it’s just a gigantic tattoo. Always has been. She just shook her head.
We said goodbye after lunch. They wanted to get home and I had stuff I needed to take care of (work shit, of course), so we parted ways pretty quickly.
I did get sidetracked at the amazing used bookstore before I went to take care of business. Looking for how-tos on craft ideas that have been rolling around my brain for a while now. Trying to figure out what to do with the seemingly thousands of magazines I’ve been collecting in my apartment lately.
I’m thinking papier mache here. But still not 100% sure of how or even what. Found a great papercraft book.
But not before I think I exposed my boobs to some pervert in the craft section. I had to bend waaaay down to pull out some books from the bottom shelf, and looked down and noticed my nips somewhat exposed (well, completely exposed from my angle..not sure about anyone else’s angle). Pulled up kinda quick. But then noticed some guy inching his way closer and closer and closer. So I kept moving over and then he kept moving over. So I grabbed my book and moved to the opposite end of the craft section…and when I turned back around, he was like five inches from me again! He followed me everywhere.
Eventually I ran to the cashier area.
That was about the extent of my excitement for the day.
Now. Anyone got any papier mache ideas? Or maybe a clever baseball anecdote or two? Or even a sneaky way to snag myself some Wall Street Journal exposure (and no, I don’t mean nipple exposure, you perverts!)?
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