toto got screwed

its 9am on sunday morning and i am in my office. i have been here for an hour already and i don't see myself leaving anytime before dark. there are only 3 things that are in any way good about this situation:

1) i am wearing a miniskirt and thongs in my office because it's sunday and ain't nobody gonna make me wear "appropriate office attire" on sunday. in fact, maybe i'll take off my bra too. then again, maybe not.

2) the gorgeous elo (who may update her blog sometime in 2005) has come in for the day to help me out. and she brought interpol with her. bless.

3) i may actually earn enough in overtime this week to make up for the INSANELY expensive top i bought yesterday (you'd be so proud of me, lala baby) and also have enough money to eat carbs and buy team fizli's drinks/love in melbourne.

luckily i said no to alcohol last night so i am not in danger of spewing all over my keyboard. i did, however, almost get beaten up by a bunch of teenage girls who took offense to me and my homegirls keera and alice walking down the street talking to each other. we were deeply involved in a discussion about the lameness of a segment called "how to please him" in an issue of cosmo and how disappointed we were that it was not counterbalanced with a segment entitled "how to make the lazy, selfish bastard please the fuck out of you".

anyway, they got all fight-picky when we walked past and made with the mature and oh-so-original screaming of "what the fuck did you say, sluts? you fucking sluts? slutty slut sluts from slutsville. fuckity fuck fuck. grrrrrrrr". they also started following us. until we got to the pub, which you can only enter if you are over 18 or smart enough to get yourself a kickass fake id, of which these chicks were neither. thus they either saw the error of their ways and went home to brush their teeth and read 'looking for alibrandi', or more likely went off to hunt down some "victims" willing to indulge them in their attempts at grizzliness.

needless to say, despite their utterly futile attempts at picking a fight with three passive princesses who would rather "talk things through" than throw any kind of punch, i still made my friend mitchell walk me back to my car in case i got all bloodied up by troubled teens with no curfew.

are you cowering in the shadows of my glimmering tuffness right now?