What JT does to my loins...

I went to the Justin Timberlake concert last night and let me tell you...whew! That boy...what was Britney thinking when she dumped him?!? Tammi and I dressed up in our best boob-revealing outfits and were total cougars. As in the old chicks amongst all the teenagers. At least we didn't LOOK that old.

And as much self respect as I claim to have for myself, every single time Justin made his way over to our side of the stage and wiggled his groin I had to physically stop myself from pulling off my clothes just to get his attention. God he's hot. If only we had been about 5 seats over we would have been within his sights. I wonder if he picks chicks from the audience and sends out his bodyguards and invites them backstage.

Once we heard JT and Miss Diaz were on the fritz we changed outfits several times and desperately tried to get the greasy clumps of fondue out of Tammi’s hair before heading off to the concert.

He was so close...yet just out of our little cougar hands. He's probably lucky. What we could have done to that boy... :)

Colliers to the rescue!!

Whew! And just in time before I crossed over to the "sitting around my ghetto room in my pj's all day feeling sorry for myself" phase forever. I went in for an interview and ended up staying for like 4 hours. Meetings. pbpbpbp. I wonder if I get paid for that. I even contributed to the meeting. You know, as much shit as I talked about being a design monkey and working in an office with a steady paycheck and benefits, I have to think, what was I thinking?? What is soooo bad about a steady paycheck and benefits. Ummmm...nothing.

They asked me if it would be a "creative enough" environment for me and all I kept thinking was about the "creative" language Mel uses and the very "creative" times we will be having over IM. I remember back in the For Rent days that we used to play Literari all day or watch Cracky spin around on the floor like a beach ball at work cuz we were so bored.

I think the best part about going to this interview was talking to people. How sad is that?? I mean people that don't live with me or are in my head. I was going crazy and I didn't even know it! Oh also, if, no SINCE i got this job (right, Mel?? RIGHT???) I need to go buy an entire new wardrobe. YES. I'm transferring money over from my ING account right now! Woo hoo! I'm broke but it's ok cuz I'm gonna get a paycheck someday! YAAAAYYYYY!

New Year's Resolutions...

are bunk. Don't make them. Don't you daaaare make them. You know that shit ain't happening...especially when you say it all out loud and that shit. Way to jinx it. Just keep it to yourself that way, if it doesn't work out, no one will know your inevitable failure. Believe me, I should know...my resolution failed ON new year's. What a bunch of crap! Couldn't even have waited 6 months or so that I can start to believe the fucking delusion for at least a little while.

Dammit all to hell.

On a side note, my Dugly pad is turning into quite the cute little studio. You'd have never thought there'd have been a guy snorting cocaine off another dude's speed-o in here at all!