Stranger by the day

I'm a girl. I used to be a tomboy, now I'm a girl. I don't know how it happened. I can't live without my nail polish. I feel completely naked with bare nails. Okay, well that's always been the case. Of course it used to be horribly chipped black nail polish, now it's various shades of red, sandy beiges....and black. Gotta sick with the classics. I used to lounge around in Nine Inch Nails t-shirts and holey jeans. Now I look for nice low cut blouses and pants that make my legs look slimmer and longer, oh and can't forget the shoes with a heel so my pant legs don't drag on the ground and get all messed up. To make matters worse, I went and chopped all my hair off in January and now I have to use all these styling products and a hair dryer. And now, I own loose translucent powder. I went and switched makeup. I used to use the AquaSmooth compact thingy from CoverGirl, but I switched to the FreshLooks cuz it was a dollar or so cheaper and some of my friends seemed to like it. It made me all shiny so I had to buy powder to combat the shine. At least now I can justify having that big, round makeup brush. I've had that thing for years and never used it. Anyhoo, I may be a girly girl now, but I can still kick your ass so don't fuck with me!!
In other news, I was listening to one of my Frank Sinatra Cds today. I was singing along when I suddenly had a thought. Could I be tone deaf? When I was in Chorus, I learned that most people who are tone deaf never know it unless someone tells them. I started thinking that maybe I'm tone deaf and no one ever had the heart to tell me. They just thought Aw, let the poor little tone deaf girl sing. She seems so happy. I decided to test my assumption by calling myself on my cell phone and leaving a voice message of me singing Witchcraft. Sounded like a lounge-lizard chipmunk. After that little stunt, I started flipping through the Cd booklet. There were several photos of Sinatra all dressed up in a suit and hat during recording sessions in the late 50s. He looked very sharp. I wish guys still dressed like that. Suit, tie, jaunty little hat, suspenders. Reminds me of my great grandfather. He died when I was three. I remember him as a great big man, but in reality he was rather short and thin. He had naked ladies tattooed on the inside of his arms, but he always wore a long sleeved, button-down shirt. He wore a tie, hat, and jacket whenever he went out. And he always wore suspenders. I love suspenders.

posted by Beth 11:09 PM . . .

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You'll Fall in Love With A Libra!

You value a drama free relationship, one which a natural pleaser Libra can provide.

Your Libra wants nothing more than to be in love with you - and make you happy.

While indecisive Libra may take a while to fall for you, once he / she does ... it's forever.



To catch a Libra, simply be over the top romantic.

Flowers, chocolates, wine, and bubble baths will give your Libra the luxury he / she craves.

And you'll get pampered back in time.



Libra may seem a bit cold and unresponsive at first.

After a while Libra's become less and less guarded...

And in the end, the most playful lover you'll ever know!



What Sign Should Your Lover Be?

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Gotta find me a nice libra. I'll put that on my to-do list.

posted by Beth 7:14 PM . . .

Would it hurt you to smile??

Yes, yes it would. I spent the entire day with these pod-person happy people. I was cheery, upbeat, and smiled so much all day that now my head hurts. I left my house at 1 and didn't return until after 10pm. I don't know how long I can fake the happy. I have my very own key to the office. Monday will be my first day and I'll be opening the place by myself. Making a conference call with other offices by myself. Answering phones and setting up appointments by myself. Did I mention the other receptionist didn't show up? Did I mention I'll by all by myself for my first day on the job because my boss has a final exam and won't be in until 3pm at the earliest? Did I mention that I have no clue what I'm doing? Who's panicking? Me? Never! Well, maybe a little. I have a sheet that I'm supposed to read from. But I'm not supposed to sound like I'm reading. But I'm not suppose to memorize it either. Ugh. Oh, and the best part....other head receptionists and Asst. Managers from different districts call you periodically to test you. What?! There goes my ulcer. I think I would have been better off not knowing that little tid-bit. My head hurts. Ow.

posted by Beth 4:30 AM . . .