If I'm not careful, I'm going to make a hella fool of myself. The work cutie (who I really need to come up with a name for, or I'm no blogger) poked his head in just now, on his way out. I was just about to stuff Kleenex into my shoes, which are a little too big, and I whisked them out of sight and got my shoe back on just in time. Hopefully. I do such embarassing things at my desk, it isn't funny. I'm always plucking my eyebrows and staring at myself in this little makeup bag that has a mirror in the side of it, but if you're not familiar with the Nine West canon it would look when you walk past my office like I'm holding a makeup bag to my face and staring at it intently. Earlier today Will (there we go) walked past my door while I was p****** m* n***. I'm a freaking gross caveman. In a pink leather skirt (far classier than it sounds) and slightly-too-big shoes.
Ahh. I'm going to go hang in Starbucks for an hour or two, maybe get one of those spicy cocoas (I saw Chocolat last night, and have a great desire to learn my secret desires, or whatever, through the consumption of cacao) and then I'm going to the opera!!!!
God. Still with the adrenalin.
Seriously. I had to type my password like three times logging in to write this.
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