besubversive | (no subject)

I took a sick day to recover from my birthday, even though I'm not sick or in need of recovery. Just wasn't ready for the weekend to be over, I guess.

My afternoon was spent eating avocados and watching America's Best Dance Crew. And I talked to Elliott while trying not to sweat to death on my roommate's suede couch. Good god, it's hot. I was sweating behind the knees, in my panties, and all down my back.

I'm getting ready to go for a run in my new Saucony sneakers. They were a present from Dad, and I'm convinced I'll be able to run better/faster/more in them.

Time for brainstorming:

I could use some kind of supplemental income. What to do? Things I've thought of: Babysitting, selling my beading supplies, some part-time clerical temp work. Phone bone. Hahahahaha. No really, I've got some friends who do phone sex for pay... maybe they could refer me to their agency. I mean, I've sure done enough of it for free! I should be pretty good by now, you know?