- in reading someone's profile whom i've hung out with before, i saw that he stated he was 5'8". now, i remember CLEARLY towering over this guy, in my 5'7" frame. so i laughed heartily and belted loudly into the quiet apartment "ha ha! five eight, my ASS!" i laughed even harder when i realized that had anyone actually BEEN here, they would have been startled when i started screaming "FIVE ATE MY ASS! FIVE ATE MY ASS!"
- oatmeal? happy early birthday, hun. if it weren't for a) working late, b) no transportation c) having the plague, i would SO be at your karaoke shindig this evening. i hope that it's a wonderful one! you certainly deserve it.
and now i need to put on my chippy socks and shuffle to work before i'm late (again).
as for hair? i give up. i think i'm just going to start wearing it how it is when i wake up. wee, doggie, i'm sexeh.
and to give you an idea as to how hairless i really AM, i provide you with this icon. i have never once in my life plucked my eyebrows. at thirty, they are finally growing IN.
it also seems my legs have male pattern baldness. the older i get, the more sparse the fields become, if you catch my drift.
ooh, and while we're giving out tmi... i need to remember to take the REGULAR - not sugar free - cough drops to work with me today. when yancey asked if i wanted a ride home, i wanted to respond "are you sure? i seem to have a motorboat in my heiny."
yes, yes, WORK! ahoy. it's ad-setting time! *ugh*