So, the Spring Fling Thing at the mecca of capitalism whereupon I ply my trade turned out to be quite profitable for me. Go me!

I got some digits last night. This really cute, really tall boy from the movie theatre gave me his number. He's adorable, and really tall, which is how I like 'em. But he also looks like he's maybe 24. Maybe.

In other news, when you're trying to win me back, do not resort to flower jinx to get my attention. To whit:















I am going to lie on my couch until it is time to go to work. I put in 28 hours between Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I did go get my pigs done Saturday afternoon, so at least my feets is purdy! Although, since I can smell myself, perhaps a shower is in order