The man of my dreams has yet to revisit; however, I did have a strange dream the other night...it's hard to see through the fog...but I was dressing for some major event...in a PINK dress...Pink?!...oh, shit, he wasn't in that dream. I didn't get far enough in the dream to see him. The evening gown only came passed my knees, and I hadn't shaved in so long I was mortified to leave the house...I guess that's a clue...yet again from my subconscious. Great...
In other news, an apartment has been located, and it really suits me. A small portion of a 104-year-old Victorian home (haunted, no doubt). The owner has done a fantastic job of renovating (or masking) any imperfections. It's not a definite yet, but I certainly have my heart set...I know...not the best idea, but my heart seems to run the show these days. What's a girl to do??
Resumes have hit the snail mail turnpike...some have traveled via email. We'll see if anything pans out. Good lord, I hope so. Waiting tables is making me more of an angry bitch than I was before...
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HA! I'm sorry to laugh, but the hairy legs dream hit home. I went to a family event last weekend with a 3-day shadow on my legs... wearing shorts.... hoping no one would notice.... Because, to me, only three days growth is pretty damn good.
-Angry Vage
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