A personality test:
You're playing Apples to Apples, and your word is 'flirtatious;'
do you pick 'India' or 'Sloppy Joes?'

I little girl at work, probably between seven and ten, told me that I look like a rock star. That's my new favorite compliment ever.
She said that if I'm not a rock star now (with, uhm, waitressing as my day job, I guess), that I'm "definitely rock star material."
Watch out, world.

I received a note at work that started with, "Hello, waitress." I like that.

Part of my body just received a particular stare and a, "Damn, THOSE are nice." Oh, do me now, you smooth motherfucker.

As of today, my eye injury has healed enough to allow me to wear contact lenses again.

I just wore my "best" dress downstairs to make Spider-man mac'n'cheese, because my roommate frowns about seeing me naked. It turned out that I was out of milk.

March: San Francisco, Vancouver, or... I dunno, New York or something?

If you get angry and close Text Twist in a fit of frustration, you'll never find out what that last word was supposed to be.

"Sometime before 1600 (first recorded in 1599), when the word was less taboo than now, the kestrel was referred to as the "windfucker," no doubt due to its habit of beating the wind (hovering)."

PS - Look how pretty this is.

Where did this week go?
My favorite show venue is closing.
I'm generally a little blue.

It's a picture of New York! It's a picture of New York!
It's a big, fat, crazy picture of New York!
Oh, SF. I'll be right back.

Everything at home is effed, so I think I'll take the rest of the week off as well.
New tattoo tomorrow, if I don't sleep for a week straight. edited tomorrow: I'm all about the honesty.

Margot_Dent wrote a play-by-play, here are these, and don't forget to check out Koleeta's. For the lazier of you, here are bunches:

Also, wtf?
PS - The new Arcade Fire album is afuckinmazing.

What a fucking amazing game.



Eat that, PresidentNumber2. I will celebrate right in front of your goaltender.
Also, SF this weekend.