Alright stop the traffic, Trace has gotten herself an umbrella. He's such a gorgeous hunk of uhh wood/metal/cloth, all blue n grey n pretty.

So I got into town early for my interview, walked around, looked in the lamest stores I've seen for a while, looked at horrendous prices, then got moving along to the office. I love what they're doing with those old Colonial houses now - refurbishing and making it look groovy.

Anyways so that went alright. He seemed to like me...but you never know with people. Wouldn't I like to get into peoples' minds. So who was I to bounce up in the office (place made up of several sub offices), but an old acquaintance from school. Convent girls are everywhere. Even in UWI, there were 2, in our lab alone! Geezus.

I got out of the taxi, getting back into town, visited my friends at TSTT, saw my boys (*waves @ Daleyboy & Stewart*) and the girls, headed over to the Excellent got stuff and walked around again looking at ghastly prices. *sigh* I have many birthday gifts to acquire, and then Christmas is coming up. My god - it's going to be love I'm giving this year - no...love as in...love nothing else - don't get funny ideas. L O V E. Ok? Got it? Good. Capice?

Did I mention I was getting a lesson in Italian from this guy on ICQ? The damn thing's hard (or maybe he's a bad teacher). He can't speak English properly and I don't know Italian...though the sound is close enough to Spanish to understand a little...or grab a concept or 2.

Speaking about Latinos. Well that was some interesting convo earlier...whoa. Dude was actually horny enough to call me... anyways that's a story for the girls. We shall speak ladies. The boys aren't allowed in on this one. *evil snicker* I've been good I swear. *grabbing halo and wiping off the smudges*