Friday, June 24, 2005

I have awesome powers.

You think I was kidding about the tough boot-short skirt combo? Well on my walk home from Fred Meyer (we're talking 5 blocks, here) I was hit on today 3 times. Three times! The first guy caught me on the corner and told me I look fantastic. Thanks, guy. That was nice. Second time was in the Kwik-E-Store and some skungey hippie guy says, "Thank you angel," and then looks at me like he's waiting for a response. He finally says, "aren't you gonna ask 'for what'?" I just said I don't believe in angels and thankfully he didn't pursue it further. So I'm leaving the store and as I'm passing that poe-ke-lon (kick dudes' asses) place, the first guy comes rounding the corner, all agush and asks if he could maybe have my phone number and take me out for a drink sometime. I told him that I'm flattered, but taken. Gotta hand it to the guy, though. Takes some stones to just walk up to some chick on the street and straight mack. That was prolly all the game that dude had.

....wait, did I just get mini-stalked?

Saturday, June 18, 2005

Finally feels like summer

Today is a lovely day in P-town. Scott bought me these hawt Frye boots for an early birthday present.

They look especially cute with a teeny skirt. Imagine my delight when I saw that very ensemble listed as one of Vice magazine's Dos (after I was already rockin' it). Hooray.

Friday, June 17, 2005

Mary Tyler Moore

Today is the first day of No Job, Hooray for Me. Yesterday was my last day at a company I'd been with for two years. I was sad at first and felt like a reject, but I'm looking forward to taking a month or so off.

Instead of working at a company that doesn't appreciate me, I'm gonna be the uber-housegirlfriend and rock Scott's world. Today I had all my errands done before noon, and I already have a full pot of freshly homemade chicken stock cooling for tonight's oyster mushroom and shiitake risotto. Dang but I got this shit dialed in.

When he arrives to a clean house, he'll find me wearing pink and holding a cold beer. I will kiss him and ask him about his day. We will sit on the front porch in the sun and smoke cigarettes (yes, we're back at it) and listen to records and hold hands.