Have you ever had a publicly posted typo and not noticed it for hours. That happens to be me often. And I just did it… again. DAMN!

I was in the bathroom putting on eyeshadow earlier and roommate walks in. “Where are you going?”
“No where… I just feel like putting on makeup…” Strange concept. I’ve abstained from the devilish substasnce known as makeup since I started work. I’m not tryingh to impress anyone, I don’t care enough, and douchecanoe massive (aka ‘new girl’ status) as already well gone round the warehouse. I can’t wait to move into my office next week. I can hide in my little dark corner, like one of those nocturnal monkey squirrel things with the big eyes, and just mind my business, do work, and fuck around looking at my google reader (Thanks hunny).

Anyway. I think what I was getting at is that now I have to go wash my face of this make up, and it actually looks good and I’m a pretty pretty princess and no one got to see. And I bet you when I do try to do make up to go out I’ll fuck it up. Murphy’s Law…