Over that boy hand.

I GOT A JOB!


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!!!!!!!


I start Friday. 9 to 5, working for an eccentric lawyer. He seems fun. Hopefully he'll be as fun as Previous Boss, who put up with me telling him off for making a mess in his office, booby trapping his stapler, and a constant stream of Lord of the Rings quotes, among other things. 


Haven't weighed myself yet, but I've done well these past 2 days. Exercising like a mofo every morning (800 cals burned both days). Consumed 390 cals yesterday, and 750 today (too much-_-). I will be 95 lbs by Christmas. I WILL. >_<


I just made a big feckin mess on my desk.

Box of 50 cd's, and I knocked it the eff over. Because I'm a clumsy blonde. And because I have ocd, I shan't be able to rest until they are all back in the box in the correct numerical order. BOLLOCKS.


I'm currently trying to put some of that collection into itunes so it can then go into my ipod, but the laptop is not having any of it. I've got 16 days of music on there already. I think it might be taking up kind of a lot of hard drive space or something. There's another two box sets (Vivaldi and Haydn) that need to go on my ipod as well. I may have to wait for the new computer. 


Speaking of classical music, I noticed today that Jeff Spurgeon has still not accepted my friend request on Facebook. 
There's no way to talk about this without sounding like a complete lunatic, so imma just forge on ahead...
I <3 Jeff. I have loved him for several years, and listen to him on the radio OBSESSIVELY every morning (5.30 am to 10 am). He's hilarious. I'm friends with a few of the other peeps from the radio station (WQXR--non-stop classical music), but for some reason Jeff will not accept. I've even poked him once or twice! Nothing. This makes me want to cry like a jilted lover. 


.....yeah


Little Sis came out with a great quote this evening: "I love how you  have a poster of Pinhead next to Marilyn Monroe and Harry Potter, and you're just chillaxing on your antique sofa listening to classical music while sharpening a big-ass sword. And of course you're not wearing pants. YOU ARE INSANE."


I had to write that one down. I think it sums me up fairly well. 

I never wear trousers in the house. I find them cumbersome.