or so i thought, that is, until i visited the vein clinic to get my spiders checked and out and was reminded (a few too many times) by Dr. Creeperton (actually Finkelton, but potato-potahto) that not only am i very young but i am also very beautiful and while we're on the subject would i like to go on a date with his 23-year-old son? focus creeper, im just here to get my veins tasered (but should that date come with a discount on my bill then, why yes, i would love to meet your son). so after a rapid fire discussion of the procedure which involves lots of needles being injected into my leg (and a buttload of xanax on my part) we shook hands and i set an appointment for friday afternoon. (the nurse said dr. creeper could do it today, but i informed her that i was going out tonight and that the compression panty hose really wouldn't work with my outfit. i love when people think im joking when im dead serious).
when i got home i decided to attempt to tackle the hot mess that used to be my desk. i don't know why i decided to follow up an unpleasant activity with an unpleasant activity---i know better than that. seeing all my career center papers, resumes covered in red ink, and my parking ticket collection unearthed from beneath orange peels, popcorn kernels, and a stack of self magazines really did a number on my nerves, so i temporarily postponed my organizing to check out Jen Lancaster's blog since i just finished her book and she is FUNNY http://www.jennsylvania.com/. besides, cleaning sucks.
luckily, thanks to the date on the calendar today, i can acceptably drink my anxiety away in celebration of another one of spring's made up holidays. cheers!
this movie haunted me for years. the part with the thumb? still scares the bejesus out of me. (what the hell is a "bejesus"?)
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