As I often write here, I most days roll to work looking a mess. A mess. For instance last night I rolled outta bed and just went with it. Didn't even take a shower for God's sake. Not cute.

And this morning the guy who delivers the newspapers is all up in my shit. What's that about?

Lemme tell ya.

Guys aren't really concerned about what you look like all dolled up. In fact, when you look like a rumpled mess it just makes it all that easier for them to envision the thing they are really concerned about: How your ass is gonna look naked in their bed.

That's my new theory anyway.

What else...

Things are snowballing as school approaches. Feeling really unprepared.

Last week was a virtual pin cushion for immunizations and a TB test. Physical. (Nothing quite like paying to get felt up.) No communicable diseases to speak of.

Also got the results of my background check. Seems I am not on the FBI most wanted list or anything of the like. They must not yet be wise to my elaborate 6 state string of pickpocketing disguised as seduction. (They all gave me their credit card numbers...honest.)

Sister heads back to school soon. Thumbs down. (Well, thumbs up for her, thumbs down for me. Selfish bitch that I am.)

That should about do it.

Anyone up for a game of croquet?