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I'm auctioning off the entire outfit to my "Expedition" set HERE.

I desperately need the money...and there might just be someone out there who wants something that once clung to my breasts, hugged my hips, warmed my feet (if you're into that), and/or cozied up to my crotch.

For those unfamiliar with the outfit:




I'll have you know I was not wearing a bra at any point during that set...just for your information....

The bid is starting at $50...PayPal, PayPal, PayPal.



I had a phone interview with the CEO of an orthopedics company. He continued to stress that he's got "a good feeling" about me and blah, blah, blah. The position is for a customer sales representative, but there's unlimited potential.

He asked me what I would ask for, salary-wise. I said, "Well, at my last job I left at $15.25/hr, but I understand that that's slightly preposterous to start."

"Let me tell you something," he told me. "Never sell yourself short. When you interview with the current customer sales rep, I want you to demand $18/hr."

I was slightly floored. So, I told him I would.

Now I've just got to interview in person...Wish me luck!

I also interviewed last week for an administrative position at a real estate company in La Jolla. I threw together the outfit at the last minute, which looked pretty okay. I noticed the interviewer's eyes kept wandering to my breasts. Ha.

I also noticed one of the buckles on my heels broke. So, in my true, retarded fashion, I did this:


It worked.



I got my doggy from Joshua Tree! The first words outta my mouth when I saw her were, "My doggy's......fat?!?!"

She's gained quite a bit of weight. Nearly immediately after having a litter of 13 puppies, she was fixed. That may or may not have anything to do with the weight gain..."I don't know, I'm not a doctor."

Now that she's home, she's having trouble with the dog-door. She'll go outside with little trouble, but she refuses to come back through via the dog-door. She woke me up three times this morning, scratching and whining at the back door.

She's my baby, still.

Oooh, I also got to see the wonderful Lorelei. I fuckin' love that woman, guys...you don't even know!!!

We'll marry some day.

On another note, I climbed atop a giant turtle beside the highway:


Holy crap! I'm wearing a skirt someplace OTHER than a photoshoot?! Shield your eyes, children!



The new VW commercials are irritating.

Panic! At The Disco's video "I Write Sins Not Tragedies" is wonderful. The song is awesome, but the video is just plain fun.

"V for Vendetta" looks great.

"UltraViolet" is going to be terrible, but Milla is hot.



If you didn't know already, I am just another MySpace whore. Add me. Read my blog. I've currently got a fantastical rant about abortion. Joy!



Happy birthday, papawheelie!!!

I have spoken.