2001-03-09 | 19:41:30

I am evil. Evil! But I won't go into that now.

So I came home last night from job hunt hell with a couple more phone calls to call back. Nothing exciting - just agency's calling me in. I was going to call these folks all over again when I got in but since my last interview took forever and a day, I thought fuck it - I'll call tomorrow. Which I will - as soon as I'm done with this.

So there I am at home. After having slipped into fuzzy warm comfy clothes with no constricting pantyhose's or stupid heels and I'm laying back amongst my pillows and trying not to sleep, talking to my mother, and simultaneously laughing at an old rerun of the Simpson's. The phone rings and who is it ladies and gent's? Ah yes...kwazyboy. He informs me that he is going out to dinner and after that wants to meet me up for cocktails. Asks if I'm going out to which I have no response so he continues to talk anyways. I let him know I'll meet him if I haven't fallen asleep by the time he calls.

I didn't. I end up taking a nice long hot shower with visions of sugar plum fairies dancing in my head. I step into my room and realize that I haven't checked my email in ages. A plethora of emails later I am sitting in my room, listening to Carole King. For some strange reason I have never listened to this woman sing. And yet the other day I saw this CD 'Tapestry' for like 6 bucks and I thought...ah what the hell let me get it. So I did. And I am ever so glad I did. The woman has a voice. Really cool. I likes.

Anyways so Kwazyboy, in his usual flake mode, never calls. It was annoying though because I was dressed and ready to meet him up. (I will never learn). When I finally realized he was a butplug for nto calling me back I changed back into my comfy pj's and watched some more tv before sleeping.

I had an early ass appointment today. Job interview. Nothing's better than coming into an early interview while you feel like shit because your cramping up a storm and because your surfing the crimson wave and let's face it people being on the rag is a little bitch. But hey I think I did well. As usual I tried to sell myself. I hope the devil buys me soon. Devil meaning a boss and job. I'd rather be rich but so far no wonderful, rich man has whisked me away so I end up having to do the dirty work. And I hate getting my fingers dirty!

Tonight I have the gathering at True. Meeting the Diva's. And a few other people. I was seriously thinking about ditching it though this morning but then I figuered I was invited to a party - how can I not go? It wouldn't be polite and plus I hate saying no to drinky-poo's and fine conversations. Which hopefully will fill me with mirth. Let's face it when these DIVA's get together they are a sight to behold, and to hear. I have to admit I am very fond of them all already and every time events like these pop into my mailbox I always say yes. It's so easy to be around them. Nothing fake and superficial. Just fun and wit and amazing times. I enjoy it very much. So I will indeed make an appearance.

The only problem now is what to wear. Because I have no clue what to wear to this place being that I've never been. I don't know if I should try to go glam-fab or just wannabe star? I guess by the time I get my fatass back home I'll decide. Plus I'm sure the weather will have something to say so I will dress a little warmer than usual - yeah ok the cleavage will still be showing but in a more "warmer" top. *lol* Louie will be doing my make up because he as usual is the man and always hooks me up. So at least I will look the part make up wise. Let's see what I'll be able to throw on clothes wise before the night begins.

So that's it for now. nothing really exciting today except a possibility of a wonderful job in my future. That is if the guy likes me. Which i hope he will. But that's not decided yet. Let me just say that if it is I will be so happy with myself. Not only because I will be financially set but because I will feel like I am accomplishign something. And that my friend's is a damn good thing. I haven't felt that way in a long ass time.

Snooches!



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