August 7, 2008

I'm in love with a stripper

Except
by stripper, I mean Waiter.


inter-office relations = WHY THE RUCKUS NOT.

Some terribly awkward Amanda Bynes-waitress situation happened to me last night.
I'll tell you about it in the car.

I am meeting my mom for lunch now. I haven't showered, my hair is a slept-on mess and eyeliner is out of ctrl.
Grunge rock star or grossgirl? A bit of both, I think. A bit of both...

Hi mom.

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