i keep getting drunk dude

while i may not post such funny emails as A, i do believe i have been getting drunk the same amount or possibly even more than him. unfrigginbelievable. i try to fool myself into thinking it's training for a bday party i'm going to this saturday.

WHICH i'm going to alone now. :) scrubby wrote back and said he felt the same (uh, ok) and that he hoped i'd find my match. he then followed it up with another email asking if we could still be friends. i said sure. i mean, i do have a lot of friends and am always looking for more. he's not a bad guy, just not bf material for this girl.

now if i could just try and bill more than 4 hours a day at work, i'd be so set. but seriously, who can summarize depos for more than 4 hours a day? especially if you've finished one and are expected to go straight onto a new one. sigh.

hungarian pastries

after drinking a bottle of champagne (minus the one glass k had) last night and one and a half very large pieces of pizza (but so good!), i came home and drunkenly snarfed down half a napoleon. this thing was amazing. after having been in the fridge for over 4 days, it was still flaky, creamy, and not soggy. how is that possible? i think they're magic.

oh, and i just realized last week that i live, oh, about 5 blocks from a POPEYE'S CHICKEN. how could i not have known that? wouldn't i have smelled it? is my yummy chicken radar broken? hmmm....