God I'm in a mood.

Just a warning, I'm in my stupid, reckless mood. It's a hereditary mood that both my sister and I get in about once a year, in which we do stupid things.

Of course my sister's version of stupid is to either get arrested for 11 counts of felony embezzlement or to cheat on her long-time boyfriend with a large number of guys.

With me, stupid usually involves spending large amounts of money on something I couldn't possibly need (usually clothes, books, or music, or in one instance a vacuum cleaner), or trying to find a one night stand.

Of course I have already done the shopping part. Guess which part of stupid I've moved on to.

*sigh* Feel free to slap me silly. I'm trying to remember not to jump the hot cowboy tech guy that's currently flirting with me. Gotta remember. Not going to take him up on the offer...

I'm seriously not convincing myself here. Argh.

Wow, look at me!

Doing the Friday Five meme today since it looks interesting...

1. If you had the chance to meet someone you've never met, from the past or present, who would it be?

For intellectual pursuits, Albert Schweitzer; for religious and spiritual pursuits, Mother Theresa; and for completely altruistic reasons, Hugh Jackman. So, if the opportunity came up one day, depending on my mood it would be one of those three. (Basically, 5 days a week I would get Hugh, 1 1/2 days I'd get Mother Theresa, and a half day would give me Albert. *g*)

2. If you had to live in a different century, past or future, which would it be?

The 2100s. In which women finally have enough and take control, and relegate the men to doing much more of the crap we've been responsible for in the past. (Yes, I hate housework.)

3. If you had to move anywhere else on Earth, where would it be?

Australia, New Orleans, maybe Egypt, New Zealand

4. If you had to be a fictional character, who would it be?

Nancy Drew! *g* Okay, or...Batgirl (pre-Oracle).

I want to be the redhead who solves crimes and kicks ass. Besides, with padding I'd look good in the bat costume. *g*

5. If you had to live with having someone else's face as your own for the rest of your life, whose would it be?

Maybe Anna Paquin's face (she's interesting looking and pretty, but not perfect pretty - I couldn't handle all of the attention that goes with perfect pretty) or Gillian Anderson.

Bootylicious

*snicker*

My best friend and I are meeting at 7:15 for a movie, so I'm hanging out here at work instead of going home. And I need to do laundry, so...I ran to the bank before it closed at 5:30. Cash the paycheck from the salon, get $20 in quarters and use the rest as food money for tonight and movie money.

Well, who would have thought that the bank could be so entertaining? Believe me, everyone in line was entertained.

Standing at the counter when I got there was a young woman, somewhere around my age, obviously dressed up for an evening out (although if she wasn't... talk about inappropriate). She had her arms propped up on the counter, waiting for whatever the teller was doing.

Now this girl had long red hair (obviously dyed), that was fried, and she was wearing black sandles, a black bra and a white sheer blouse (uh huh) and a black skirt.

Wait, let me clarify that. A black band-aid. Not a skirt.

She was also wearing black panties. That were hi-cut. Uh-huh. We were staring at a nice portion of the girl's ass, standing in a bank. *g*

All of the men are staring and grinning. It was funny. I commented to one person that I really should go over there and pull her skirt down. Of course nobody did anything (because it was entertaining you see), but still...

This is too funny not to share...

Sitting here reading a trashy romance novel and there's a sex scene. The cute little curvy pin-up type and the big bad-ass Marine are going at it...and she makes some sound that could be mistaken for a sound of pain, so big bad ass Marine gets concerned. Or, as curvy pin-up says "anxious", which freaks Marine boy out as being anxious about a woman's comfort during sex isn't manly enough. So he gets all defensive, saying he wasn't anxious, just making sure he hadn't hurt her. (And of course chick is thinking that she doesn't want a delay, she wants down and dirty right now.)

So this is the next paragraph:

"Why, Zach, that's so sweet of you." And it was - sweet and accountable. But sweetness from him was the last thing she wanted at this juncture. Thankfully, as she suspected, simply using sweet and you in the same sentence made him react as if she'd just complimented the size of his penis by squealing, "Isn't that precious?"

*snicker* That cracked my shit up.

By the way, that excerpt is from "Getting Lucky" by Susan Andersen.