The Southern Lights

1) Okay, I'm going to reply to all the comments to the last post, but I just need to say how happy I am that so many of you understand the need for a panty rotation system.  Surely I could invent some kind of mechanical device to aid its use, like one of those motorized tie racks...

2) Funky, enviro-friendly salad-and-wrap place not too far from my house is hiring for afternoon hours.  Only problem: they also have a location downtown.  In the bottom of the building where the law office was.  And the law office people eat there almost every day.  AWK. (pause) WARD.  Perhaps I can ask to only work the one location?  Worried that might hurt my chances of getting the job.  Plus, I'd have to basically be on my feet for four hours, which is fine if I'm walking, but just standing around... okay, now I'm just coming up with excuses because it's not The One Perfect Job, which I keep looking for but cannot find.  It does not exist, Self.  Lower your expectations!

3) HOWEVER.  I earned myself $6.27 writing a freelance article for Textbroker, that service we used to order all the godawful content from at that fucking job!  I can't tell if it's a step up, a lateral move, or (I hope) a poke in the eye to my previous employers.  Of whom I may soon be asking, "Do you want the honey mustard dressing?"  But if I can get in the groove and start cranking the articles out, I can earn as much or more than I did hourly at the law firm.

4) By popular demand, here are the Super Fancy Bras that got left out of last night's picture:

( Prepare yourself... )

5) Also, via the local ice cream shop, there's this:

( Think Chris eating sex food in his trailer )

6) Little Dog is flattered by all your interest in him!  Well, he would be if you were present and willing to scratch beneath his chin.  Full-On Plato Introduction Post to follow.  Not tonight, but shortly!

7) I thought there were more things, but I've run out of things for now.