no sex for you!
So last night I'm driving home from the bar, rocking out to my recently re-discovered Miss Saigon
London Cast Recording. I heard my phone ring, but because I was probably a little intoxicated and also because I was just having so much fun rocking out to my Broadway music, I figured I'd just check my messages when I got home.
I parked in front of my house, pulled my cell out of my bag and flipped it open to see who had called me. I had (gasp!) 3 missed calls, the last one from the hottest guy I know (also perhaps the hottest guy I've ever met--to protect the identities of the innocent, we'll just call him HOT). Obviously I called him right back. He wanted to hang out at my place! But it turns out he thought I lived closer to another friend of ours and had overshot my house by a few miles. So he didn't come over, but he told me to call him tonight.
Dude, my life is so not fair! Everyone else gets some, where's mine? I know, you're thinking that maybe he just wanted to hang out, but don't bet on it. There's been sexual tension between us for like five years. We keep getting closer to something happening, but it just never does for some reason. Oy. And I have work tomorrow, how am I supposed to call him tonight to hang out? I'm having a heart attack. And soon I'm going to be having a heartburn attack because its time for me to eat my very spicy leftovers. What do I do about HOT?
new job, new clothes obsession
So, I've officially completed four weeks at my new job. Well, not exactly four full weeks since I didn't go in yesterday due to the fact that I had a nasty cold (still have a little bit actually). But I'm really enjoying it, especially the part where I don't have to cater to people's every little obnoxious whim. I'm just an admin, but I have my own little cubicle with my own computer and even a direct phone line. Everyone has a direct phone line, it makes it so much easier than having to call a main phone number and then dial someone's extension if you ask me. And, despite the fact that I'm technically a temp, I think I fit in really well there and I'll probably end up being there until I leave for law school.
But I have a new obsession with clothes. Actually, not so much clothes as shoes. Since I've started the job, I've purchased 3 new pairs of shoes. One was this really cute pair of pink pointy-toed stilettos from BCBGirls, which incidentally, I got at Marshall's (which is why they were only $40.00 and not $70.00). I also got a pair of open-toe tan pumps made by Rampage (got those at DSW, which honestly practically gives me an orgasm every time I walk in there and see the endless rows of shoes), and then today I got a pair of black slingbacks from Nine West (or rather, made by Nine West and purchased at Marshall's).
But what I really want is a pair of Manolo Blahnik's. However, the $100 I spent on 3 pairs of shoes in the past month would only get me about one-fifth of a pair of Manolo's. It's not like I technically can't afford them, but I'm not really in the market for a pair of $500 shoes. But God do I want them. I keep praying I'll win the lottery or something, but then I remember that if you want to win the lottery, you have to buy a ticket. I should enter a Publisher's Clearinghouse sweepstakes and wait patiently for Ed McMahon and the Prize Patrol to show up at my front door. Don't worry, I'm not holding my breath or anything.
My new home on the internet is bluefly.com, an internet designer discount outlet. They've got everything I aspire to wear: Prada, Gucci, Burberry, Diane von Furstenburg, Tahari, Roberto Cavalli, John Galliano, Betsey Johnson, Nicole Miller, Jimmy Choo, Marc Jacobs...the list goes on forever. I even bought something from them this week. It wasn't expensive though. It was a really cute cowlneck tank that I got for like $30. It hasn't come yet, but it should be here by Monday. But anyway, at least I'm not letting my obsession get out of hand yet. That'll have to wait a few years until I'm out of law school and making enough money to actually buy designer duds. Of until the Prize Patrol arrives.