HELP WANTED

Elsa needs burning questions for her elsaelsa blog!  send compelling problems now!!  pleeeeeeeeease!  I know all of you have plenty, cos I know you that well.  send them now!

thank you!

I’m supposed to be at school this morning BUT…
the childminder hurt her shoulder and called to make sure I needed her this morning, so I said, don’t worry about it, cos really… that would suck for her.  and we’re having Emma’s birthday party today at the school (spa day for her leetle friends) and I needed to run out to get the cake and punch and balloons…  and I called the school but there was no one there (which is unprecedented) so I called Brooke who’s always early and she was waiting outside.  she’ll get it figured out for me when they get there.  I won’t go in until time to set up for the partay.  we also talked about false eyelashes (she had an allergic reaction) and eyebrow wax (I had the bright idea to try to paste my brows down this morning and now I look decidedly odd… though I’m leaving it that way).  she offerred to let me try her eyebrow fixative sometime.  she said, “I think I’ve gotten rid of those eyebrow lice so it should be okay.”  me:  “that’s okay; I always wanted pets.”

fodonald and I went out tonight.  it were fun.  I am bombed.  she took me to dennys and drove my ass home.  patiently waiting to sober up…

still waiting.

we danced and shit.

I was about to go up to the dj to pay him to play “push it” by salt n pepa and he PLAYED IT while we were talking about it.  I spent 88 and 89 trying to convince the dj to play that and they never did.  fodon and I dirty danced.  word.

stayin up till I’m sober…

“YOU GROTTY LITTLE MAN.”

the cat is knocking stuff off my desk and lying on the mouse.  grrr.

someone needs to kill the landscaper.  or maim him.  or paddle him mightilly.  I had to spend a half hour weeding so I could sit on the patio with some tequila.  tequila is all that is keeping me from garotting myself with a length of dental floss tonight. 

saturn is a bad boy today.

a beautiful femullet walked by the SAlon today.  yamy would have climaxed.  we debated pulling her in for a makeover.  I have now had FOUR, count them, FOUR, requests for me to open a salon of my own, with audible wailing when I reminded them just how long it will be till my graduation.  or gradation, as albertsons put it on our last cake… the one before that:  happy birthday to a great instasure! (instructor)

sasquatch was good.  not great, but no sunburn.  crystal skulls were FANTASTIC, so were the frames.

jetskiing was superfantabulous but I have sustained massive bruising on my right leg and the knee has this horrible puffy hematoma which continues to bleed beneath the skin.  ewwwwwwwwwwww.

my handsome man can’t make it tonight and the resumes I printed for my friend’s babydaddy got waterlogged in my beach bag.

MUST.  KILL.  SOMETHING.

enchiladas for dinner tonight.  there will be no rejoicing in the ranks.