this entry sponsored by lia.

soo... this shit's gotta stop. due to my recent enormous influx of hormones i find myself flirting with every straight guy at work. even customers who come to pick up their drinks. i find a way, in ten quick words or less, to be coquettish. i'm even having not-so-kosher conversations with the sandwich maker i detest and the icky dishwashers.

i mean, really. when does it end? what the hell is going on?

i read somewhere that an increased state of grieveing is sometimes accompanied by sexual desire. but i have nothing to grieve, really. i wouldn't call my mental state 'grief.' whatever.

other than that... i have so many things to worry about right now. co-op being one of them. i mean, what's a girl gotta do to get a frigging internship? i'm about to start throwing myself at people. which i'm already doing anyway, so it shouldn't be so difficult.

mraow.

i have a very unhealthy attachment to my straightening iron. use it every day. sometimes more than once a day. love it dearly. best invention in the world.

i have to work on saturday, and this will be the first saturday i've worked in about 2 months. not looking forward to it, even though one makes the most amount of tips on a saturday nite.

my dad bought me the new sarah mclachlan cd today. i didn't even have to ask. he always remembers.

i guess that's it. i have nothing interesting to say. i'm not interesting. ha.