today's been a good day.
work wasn't nearly as booked as i thought it would be. in fact, i took an hour and a half lunch, when my lunch is actually booked for half an hour. i ate my salad, then took a nice little half hour walk in the sunshine. my work-day got even better when my co-worker sent me home at 1:45, when my shift is till 4. teehee. our little secret, right? it doesn't happen often that i get the opportunity to slack like that, so i jumped at the chance.
when i got home, there was a registered letter waiting for me. it was my long form birth certificate, which i'd ordered a few days ago. hoorah! one step closer to registering with the dominican republic for our wedding. next we have to get josh's. i requested mine online, but newfoundland doesn't have that option, so i have to remember to print the forms so we can fill them out and mail them off. maybe that'll happen this weekend.
i downloaded liveprofile for my blackberry. while bbm still holds my heart, i must admit it's nice to be able to text kayla for no monies. international rates are lamesauce.
i had a hair appointment booked for 5 o'clock, so getting off early gave me time to come home, chill for a bit, then head downtown at a leisurely pace instead of rushing to make it on time. it was great, because i love people-watching in the gaybourhood, so i headed to starbucks for a latte and a prime seat. the barista who served me was an adorable mtf who made me grin [and blush?] with a "hello there gorgeous", some appreciative looks, and compliments on my hair.
my hair dresser has moved salons, and i love her new place. it's nicer, but in the same area, and with the same prices. win-win-win. after i got my hurr did, i subwayed home, where i was blatantly checked out by a cute guy, who had obviously ingested his dinner in liquid form. there was no denying that homeboy smelled like alcohol, tho it doesn't change the fact that i like being checked out. it makes me feel hot.
so now i'm home, and showered, and ready for glee's finale to start. odds are good that i'll cry. |
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