http://grammar.quickanddirtytips.com/good-versus-well.aspx

Call me a snob, but it really REALLY bothers me when people say, "I am well" in response to the question, "How are you?" They always say it with such pretentious confidence, too, as if they are intelligent and you are not. I've tried arguing this point several times with several people but nobody really knows/cares. I'm glad we've settled this.

In other news, I was a caterpillar for halloween.

(taken the day before, prior to acquiring a black turtleneck)

bastards

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.

eating my feelings

can one ever have too much asparagus?

save shorekare...

the state hasn't closed our doors yet, and i'm already mourning the death of hubbard...

nothing is more depressing than job searching when i'm perfectly content with the one i have.

i just realized that this is the first time i'm actually feeling affected by this recession.

lyfecantbperfect.

i'm applying for residency at southview manor!

FML

yesterday a client told me that i have a pretty face.
he's almost 100% blind.

I'm hopeless due to costco contacts...

taken from the article "What Guys Really Notice About You":

He won't notice... Eye makeup that's smudged.

He will notice... Eyes that are bloodshot.

Fisher explains: "Women think smudged liner or mascara makes them look unattractive. But from what I can tell, men don't see it as a bad thing. You probably look more real to them, and you may have to point it out for them to even pick up on it. Red, bloodshot eyes and whites of the eyes that don't look bright, on the other hand, are very noticeable because they show you're unhealthy, run-down, or strung out...and that is never attractive."


FUCK.

weekend recap

walked by the gospel fest today.

ate some baos.

got some new polish.

juergen invited me to a friend's bbq last night, but by "bbq," there were four people there, including us, and the host cooked the two of us chicken and microwavable rice in his kitchen.

janie is a nice addition to the west division household. she eats, sleeps, blogs, and occasionally is up for an adventure or two. yesterday we stopped in a store filled with junk. literally, i think it was called "the junk store". there was nothing there that i particularly needed, but it was one of those cozy, hidden gems that i'm just happy to know exists.

i actually look forward to monday mornings at work when the nursing home busses pull up and the clients slowly trickle/wobble/wheel/stumble on in. my babies.