Sick sick sick...

Swollen glands, sore throat, aching neck, feverish. No runny nose, but I'm certain that joy is yet to come.

After work I was going to go home and collapse, but I noticed that Grosse Pointe Blank was playing right across the street, so I figured I could collapse there instead. If you want to see my original review, go here.

I must, however, reiterate that what I want more than anything (practically) is to have a man look at me the way that John Cusack looks at Minnie Driver in this picture...

I have been added to another diary list. If you're a regular reader, you must check out what he says about me, it's so cute.

Flowery and girly?

I wore a low cut sweater to work the other day, and Indra saw the tattoo on my left breast. She asked me "Is that real? I've never seen it before!" I told her it was, and then she said, with a surprised smile on her sweet face:

"I had no idea you were so skanky!"

Sage is gone for good and forever.
If you want to read the note that went out to the notify list, go here.

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