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plum_evil of me. That's what, two degrees? I like it.
Today was just good, man. Woke up in a good mood, had a good shower, got to wear exactly the outfit I wanted and looked as sexy as I wanted it to, History of Journalism was fun, but it was the part after that where I went to the Murphree Area front office and picked up the Junior's cheesecake package that things got mmmgood.
I cut two pieces and performed a small miracle fitting the rest into my refrigerator before going down to the JOU basement. Al came in just as I'd made myself comfortable to wait with the cake in my lap and reading Bonfire of the Vanities and he showed me the Justin slideshow. Heh. Nothing like seeing Justin grab himself in the name of education. Fantastic little chat ensued.
Advertising did not put me to sleep, which was a nice change, and even ended early. Then I came home and something compelled me to throw open both windows, turn up my music loud enough to be heard across the courtyard, and sorted/cleaned/vaccuumed/dusted for about two hours. Whew! It felt good and now everything is so pretty and neat and clean!
Miranda and I then took our sassy selves to dinner at Chopstix and totally got seated when we walked in the door. Food ended up being *just* what we both wanted, which is always nice. Afterward, I bought my very first bottle of alcohol, at ABC Liquors on Archer Road. Learned that Brut is actually drier than Extra Dry champagne from cute salesboy. Also, champagne is delightfully within the ideal budget at $8 a bottle.
Footage and further celebrations to come.
ETA: Oh good lord that really was an Andy Richter/Conan O'Brien/Marilyn Manson threesome, wasn't it? *scrubs brain* Also, Isaac Mizrahi (who, by the way, is wearing some kind of vinyl shirt with black dress slacks and red flip-flops, fashionistas take note!) *so* calls the New York Yankees "my boys." In that voice. *giggle* He understands, man. Also, Conan totally just agreed that his wife was a beard before his brain caught up to the comment ("I told you that in the strictest confidence!") Hee!
Apparently, JC Chasez reminds
plum_evil of me. That's what, two degrees? I like it.Today was just good, man. Woke up in a good mood, had a good shower, got to wear exactly the outfit I wanted and looked as sexy as I wanted it to, History of Journalism was fun, but it was the part after that where I went to the Murphree Area front office and picked up the Junior's cheesecake package that things got mmmgood.
I cut two pieces and performed a small miracle fitting the rest into my refrigerator before going down to the JOU basement. Al came in just as I'd made myself comfortable to wait with the cake in my lap and reading Bonfire of the Vanities and he showed me the Justin slideshow. Heh. Nothing like seeing Justin grab himself in the name of education. Fantastic little chat ensued.
Advertising did not put me to sleep, which was a nice change, and even ended early. Then I came home and something compelled me to throw open both windows, turn up my music loud enough to be heard across the courtyard, and sorted/cleaned/vaccuumed/dusted for about two hours. Whew! It felt good and now everything is so pretty and neat and clean!
Miranda and I then took our sassy selves to dinner at Chopstix and totally got seated when we walked in the door. Food ended up being *just* what we both wanted, which is always nice. Afterward, I bought my very first bottle of alcohol, at ABC Liquors on Archer Road. Learned that Brut is actually drier than Extra Dry champagne from cute salesboy. Also, champagne is delightfully within the ideal budget at $8 a bottle.
Footage and further celebrations to come.
ETA: Oh good lord that really was an Andy Richter/Conan O'Brien/Marilyn Manson threesome, wasn't it? *scrubs brain* Also, Isaac Mizrahi (who, by the way, is wearing some kind of vinyl shirt with black dress slacks and red flip-flops, fashionistas take note!) *so* calls the New York Yankees "my boys." In that voice. *giggle* He understands, man. Also, Conan totally just agreed that his wife was a beard before his brain caught up to the comment ("I told you that in the strictest confidence!") Hee!
