What she's eating: A sangwich. Specifically, a Boar's Head oven roasted turkey sangwich with thin deli sliced swiss cheese on wheat bread with really spicy grey poupon mustard (because I am so classy).
What she's listening to: The EP I downloaded at 12:30 a.m. after seeing a promo during ATHF on Cartoon Network. It's called Chocolate Swim. "Hoodie" (Spank Rock remix) by Lady Sovereign is just darling.
What she's wearing: Black mesh skirt, strappy shoes, and favorite charcoal gray t-shirt from Express in NY (I think the only tee they make without freaking sparkles).
What she's thinking: That I might have made a mistake by saying I may or may not be ready to maybe sortof kinda start dating again, in a way. But also that my friends have every right to be shocked and/or enthusiastic about it, since I never, ever (ever!) bitch about not meeting people or the right people. I've been with the wrong person, so if the right one doesn't come along 'til I'm 80, I'm cool with that. But I did say I'm finally maybe sortof kinda over my last thing and I might say something other than "meh" when a friend tells me they met some guy I'd really like. Which is what I've been doing for the past couple of years. More on that later...you really don't want to know what else is going on in there right now.
Lunch over. Great sangwich. Installing Nicorette and getting back to editing, editing, editing.