Poor Roo looks like he wet himself
I’m back in the liquid sunshine capital of the world, and armed with a new haircut, painted nails and a stockpile of pent up frustration from not having enough to do. Watch out world! This girl’s calendar is going to be FULL before you can say “how about coffee sometime?”
I was so irritated at my lack of stuff to do that I did some calling and rsvping and must’ve been too excited at the prospect of not being bored anymore because I spilled an entire mug of coffee all over my desk, the stuff on my desk, the boxes underneath my desk, the wall, and of course the floor after hanging up the phone. erg.
Ah well, it gave me something to do for the next half hour: cleaning, chucking the boxes and finding somewhere to put their contents. And hey, now my room smells like a cafe. Who says they need to go to Starbucks for the atmosphere? psshh I’ve got it all right here. 