Hello lovelies! Happy Wednesday! It is Wednesday, right? I'm losing track of the days. To be honest, I'm losing track of my life now that everything is so new and hectic.
To be completely honest, I would just love to not be moving for a hot minute. I know that I moved up here three weeks ago but I'm not moved in anywhere really completely. I can't even settle into my office or my desk because I'm not only switching desks when my predecessor leaves, but I may be switching offices! Just give me a little corner of space to put a picture frame on, that's all I ask...
Anyways, besides working, my life is basically uhh, relaxing evenings, and weekends spent out playing at bars and parties. I'm still getting used to the bar scene here. As in... I'm confused as to why some females don't brush or style their hair prior to a night on the town. I get the whole it's-happy-hour-and-I-just-came-from-work thing. Excusable. What bewilders me are the Saturday-11-pm-crowd at a bar with live music and a dance floor and $9 drinks in real glasses. Is every girl's life so busy and time consuming that she just did not possibly at all have time to run a comb through her locks? Maybe I'm just vain... who knows.
Oh, and the most dangerous part of my day? I escaped death. Yep, seriously. Some asshat threw a golf ball out of a car window on the HOV lanes this morning. Except that little white ball of steel (or whatever golf balls are made out of) roamed on over to my lane, where it smacked into my windshield. Lovely. Somehow, by a miracle of baby Jesus himself, my windshield remained intact and I survived. My advice for that DC commuter: yell "fore" next time! If you're that horrible at the game, at least learn the proper manners.
Alright, it's past six and if traffic is still horrendous I'm just going to have deal with it. Time to head out.