Bipolar... on so many levels

The temperature has dropped 46 degrees from this time yesterday. That's all I have to say about that.

I am super-busy, so I can't write anything right now, but yesterday was, like, the greatest day ever!

AND

I just got an internship offer at Fairchild Publications. It's (yet again) unpaid, but it's only part-time, so I could get a real job in addition to make some money if necessary. Things are lookin' up even though the temperature is dropping down.

Owt

Update

I like boys who wear necklaces.

I am yet again wearing my entirely pink terrycloth jumpsuit, and people are taking notice! What are they noticing? Apparently, that I only have one outfit and it's pink!

I sacrificed myself on the alter of dignity that is Toby Lawless Friday night thanks to a little Cossack vodka (whatever the hell that is). He's being quite big about it even though he admitted that I scared him "a little." However, I'm not going to pretend like I don't remember it -- in the words of Madonna, "Absolutely no regrets."

He's playing Bonnie Raitt on his radio show right now. Siiiiigh.

RIDDIM show is THIS Friday night! 7 & 9:30! If you're at Middlebury, I fully expect you to come.

The On Tap show is 2 weeks from Thursday. I think I see grey hairs popping up as I type.

For the first time that I had fro-yo in like a month, the vanilla was gimp, so I had to get peach -- what a bummer.

I've given up on the dirty hippie romantic prospects, fo sho.

Gunnsy & I are planning to go to the gym every day this Fall. Awhaw, watch out for the pythons.

I must go read Oscar Wilde & Olaudah Equiano (a.k.a. Gustavus Vassa) now.