Anyway. Poor IT guy, he's the only person in the world I really can't stand, but he's so pathetic that I hate to leave that list up on the index page.
Tonight I'm spending the night with Flower.* It will be just like how we used to spend the night together when we were ten, only with less parents and more cussing.
Her bridesmaid dresses came in today--she went with the Jane Austen-y one, in pale blue. They are very fancy. I'm trying mine on at lunch; advance word is that it will probably have to be taken up in the front. Sigh. Still, though--pretty pretty princess!
Tomorrow night, Birdgyrl and are going to be gyrls gone wiiild. I'm not sure exactly what this is going to entail---we probably won't show our boobs for the camera, and hopefully Snoop Dog won't show up---but I have been feeling the need to go wiiild. Well, just a little bit wild, you know. Like, feral, maybe. I have some new red pants and a black halter top that should do nicely.
Watch out, Cha Cha hipsters.
*Monkey, BG, and I all call each other Flower. I could explain it to you, but you'd still think it was dumb.
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