a fellow from work yesterday told me he thinks i look like shirley manson. i think thats the best compliment ever. even if i dont agree with him

tonight i am hosting the girls night dinner with a side of nerves. auuuugh. im half convinced no one will show, despite assurance from a friend. either way im excited and if people *do* show up i will be thrilled to pieces.
i suppose i should start my day, even though i was thrilled to pieces to get some sleep!
off on a trek to the grocery store i go.

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How did girl's night go after we left? I do hope we didn't miss a wild tribal-like orgy.