Today was fun. We actually met up at another girl's community pool which totally kicked ass. Gradual incline entrance, waterfall bridge, poolside bar, huge hot tub...niiiiiiice. I really like the other girl too, her and I would be hanging out if I liked to leave my house more.
They both wore bikinis. Can you believe it? Girl Crush's was technically a tankini but with the boobies out and string bottoms and tummy showing, it hardly counted as one. I can't believe they are both so skinny, it's really depressing. I may really have to start working out or doing something to increase my hotness. Damn. One would think being 5lbs from pre-pregnancy weight would be good enough, but noooooooo.
Can I share with you a nice side effect of advertising yourself as a recluse? (Of course I can, because you'll all read just about anything.) Everyone is really excited to see you and takes it as a personal compliment when you do come out. Also, no one takes it personally when you don't come out and it's easier to assume the same level of friendship when you know someone hasn't been avoiding you, that they just like to stay home.
I really think I'm onto something here.
Last night I went to Borders to escape. You know, I'm sorry that I said I was too creative and talented to work at Borders. Not that that's not all true, but I really do want the job. I applied online but I figured after seeing me all night, and how friendly I look, and the smart books I read, and how nicely I put them back on the shelf, that they'd want to hire me. So I gathered my courage and asked the person who seemed to be in charge if they were hiring and she cut me off mid-sentence and said no but I could apply online.
Someone was obviously feeling a little threatened.
(Okay, probably not but it makes me feel better to think so.)
I guess I'll try Barnes and Noble, which isn't as nice, and then Books a Million, which is just plain ghetto.
Then I went to Lynda's house (aka Em's mom), and we commiserated over our brokeness. She had to break down and buy 200 thread count sheets. I was, and am, really sad for her. Once you get used to 600 thread count sateen...anything less is just plain cruel.
Tomorrow I have a photo shoot with this super cute little girl whose parents are super cool. Dad plays drums in a punk band and mom is a fun English chick and they are always up for whatever I want to do. I have a pink petticoat, striped leggings and a crochet beanie with a pink mum attached and she's going to be rocking her high top Converse. We're meeting at the train station. I LOVE parents that let me do whatever I want and are willing to do something a little less traditional.
Unfortch, it's at 9:30am. That is so freaking early for me. It also means no drinking coffee and hanging with you all here in the closet.
HERE is an article for you history/interesting article geeks to keep you busy while I'm gone. Scientists think they've figured out the exact date of the Trojan Horse. That's just amazing to me that that's even possible. If you're a really big dork, go read Margaret George's Helen of Troy. It's a little slow at first, but man what a story. Can you imagine being pretty enough to cause a war? Having the face that launched a thousand ships? It's every woman's dream.