Just call me The Little Engine That Could.

[grammargirl]

Back from a not-so-brief dinner break with Becca and Amy. Becca left a message on my phone that went something like, "I know you, and when you're this stressed you won't eat if I don't feed you. So come over and relax for an hour!"

Becca, in case you didn't know, is adorable.

I was, predictably, there for significantly more than an hour, as I got caught up in eating yummy gourmet mac and cheese with sauteed veggies and salmon, not to mention reading Cosmo out loud and giggling at the particularly heinous stuff. My personal favorite was the ad for "fashion on a budget" featuring a $90 sweater and a $70 shoulder bag-- and let's not forget to mention the $80 J-Lo pants. I don't know what universe considers that cheap, but it certainly ain't mine. Oh yeah, and there's always the oh-so-valuable tidbit of knowledge that guys think it's a total turn on when we say "Me want sex now." Pfeh. Anyone who thinks bad grammar is a turn-on isn't getting into my bed to begin with, thank you. And you wonder why I'm still a virgin.

Anyway, now that my hands have thawed a little from the cold walk over here, I should get back to work. I have, at minimum, 4-5 more pages to write before I sleep tonight-- and it should probably be closer to 7-8.

12 more days to go.

I think I can, I think I can.

Comments

[ubersaurus.livejournal.com]

As a male, I can tell you that all it takes to turn on a man, is to just exist. Hell, showing skin, or even just talking about showing skin, is enough.

I'm just convinced 95% of the population of ann arbor is either stupid, or gay. The other 5% just hasn't met you ;)