i got a rejection letter from a job that i had rejected two days prior. they apparently felt the need to get the last word in.
today mayo and i found the most beautiful mustard yellow, tweed sofa at the salvation army, but it was SOLD!!! to a woman named angela. that bitch. we tried to conjure up ways to snatch the gem, like coming in tomorrow and posing as angela. but i'm positive that the lady at the cash register works there every single day. and her mind is a pearl.
i really have lost the desire to go out these days. i'd rather just eat dried fruit and look for couches on my mactop. BUT I WILL GO GREAT LENGTHS TO GO TO A CIDER MILL!!! for real, people. i thrive off of these seasonal activities. or just talking about doing them and never following through.
a client told me that i look exactly like joan of arc. i later googled pictures and discovered that i look nothing like joan of arc. he is one of those rare birds who can go into a deep, intelligent discussion about the symbolism in dante's inferno and then shit his pants two minutes later. great guy.
