so here i am at my new job.

for the sake of anonymity (which we've all learned the lesson from dooce, as well as lauren and bridget), no proper names will be mentioned.

am wearing cute new urban outfitters clothes (die republicans, i know i'm a hypocrite. but the cuteness...)

...and i think i can wear jeans here! (there are other people wearing them. i will have to ask.)

anyways, my horrible mood from last night seems to be slowly clearing up. a design of mine at the magazine was called cheesy (which it wasn't) and that led me into a funk which brought me home to my roommate and her new boyfriend. i can't handle the chipperness. really. plus am pms-ing and of course everywhere you turn it's "VALENTINE'S DAY! ONLY ONE WEEK AWAY!" good god. at least i went to the gym and had an excellent workout. yay.

oh, and i was cornered into going to play pool on friday with my roomate and her friends. and i love my roomate. i love hanging out with her. but once again with the new boyfriend who doesn't speak english and is NOT attractive as she says and is not good enough for her. (but i suppose she is happy. and i am judgemental. news flash.) anyways, i digress. she is very happy and christian and perky (as are her friends. they are all happy nice boring people who love everyone and don't swear.) guess what. i'm not. i'm a sarcastic bitter jugdemental fucker who feels the need to censor herself for the good of not offending any of the friend;s friends. NO MORE. guess what. if you can't figure out rummy after the 15th fucking round, i'm going to ridicule you to your face. BIATCH.

in other news, am v. interested in a silk-screening process that is not too techinical for some small things. ideas?