I asked Mr. Cute Cook why WHY he (and his cousin) had to keep jabbing my sides and making me jump?!! Was there a conspiracy? Apparently not. Well, then how did they just both manage to alternately terrify me throughout the night?

"It's your fault! If there's anything about your aura--" (traces my outline in the air with his hands), "--that says, 'SCARE ME,' it's all of it."

Well.

I've never been summed up quite like that before.

I smelled terrible things all day yesterday. Like yesterday morning, I was at my first job, and I could smell the repugnant hints of BO. Now I'm not a smelly person (and neither is my coworker), but I was confused and I was sniffing myself, trying to figure out whose odor was making me dry heave. I was offended that I even felt like I had to smell myself, because frankly, I smell quite delightful all of the time.

After sniffing the pits of the dress I was hanging up, I figured it out. And I think I pinched a nerve in my back, I gagged so hard.

Then I went to my second job. Where everything smells. And I got home and I reeked of dirty water, grease, and people.

My conclusion on this Valentine's Day: I am a brave person to have smelled that dress. But that is because I have been trained not to fear anything gross after working at the GC.

Golden Corral--where hope blooms bright and dreams come true. And courage is born.

That number is so cool that I don't know what to do with myself.

and I'm about to go for another session.

I really hope that guy at the gym shows up again.

You know. The one who couldn't keep up with me on the treadmill.

I liked him.

Update: He was not there.
Note: He was never cute. I just liked him because I was faster than he was. :P