Before I fall into my bed and into hopefully lovely dreams, I have more to say. (Chatterbox!)

On a happy note, today was a very successful scope day. I saw the most gorgeous sexy guy I have seen in a long time. His hair was very cool too. Omg. My head went...schwing!
Oh and Chris has one damn goodlooking friend. Dammit - will interrogate him about that one later on. Of course I was more than invisi-fucking-ble. As usual. Verily I say 'tis fuckery.
So that was a good gorgeous 2 - there were at least half a dozen more to be seen wandering through the streets of Port of Spain. Goodness. Eye candy. Maybe that's why I'm in a particularly good mood. The animation thing is great too though.

I passed in Express House to collect something. Stories!
In the waiting room, this little guy came in to get some info from these bitching retrenched TTPost workers. He's a teeny kinda guy - geeky looking. Sateesh Maharaj apparently - so I found out at the end when they were leaving. I hate rooms in which you can hear every clenching of your fist (in rage that you actually have to wait). So thatttt's Sateesh I thought. My my...big writer...looking so fragile. You never know who people are and what they are made of when you look at them. Unless of course they're eyes are bloodshot and they're in an advanced vegetal state.

There was also one of the security guards pissing me off because his chic or whatever kept calling his cell and he couldn't be talking louder than he was. "Before you go tell meh something nice nah" Good God no it's wrong...go in the bathroom for the phone sex. Geezus! Fucking dufus has a cell and I don't. Man...! The nerve. The other security guard at the desk was this woman who was just..lame and looking at me as if I'm stupid.

On my little adventure I stepped into one of my bookish haunts. There are these magazines - a whole damn 3 shelves...with magazines that have had pages ripped our or covers torn that are sold for $10, $5 and $2. Great! So for about $27 I got 5 mags. Really good ones too - mostly beauty girly stuff, but I really love the art/photography/layouts of these mags. GQ is always a winner. Always! Whee.

Somehow the GQ looking guy in town though just won...that's the event of the day for sure.