The pain!

Being female SUCKS some days. Like today. When I'm trying to figure out if I have enough tampons to last until I get home around 5:30. That's...four hours? Honestly, I'm not sure if the six tampons will suffice.

(Yes, it is that bad.)

I need more Coke. Come here, blessed caffeine.

NASCAR qualifying this afternoon. Wooohoo! Go Mike Bliss! Qualify up front with your bad ass!

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I made myself a new set of icons. I'm really loving my current default (Lili Taylor on a mushroom drinking a Coke). Very schway. I was in a "no words" mood when I made them. So this is sort of a GIP.

The odds? Not in favor.

The employers tell us we can leave at any time, no need to stick around until 5.

Except I rode with my sister.

What are the odds?

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Our creative director has two personal and confidential letters from talent scouts in one day. One with a very sheer envelope and the words "Great writing samples!" in bold letters inside.

What are the odds he's looking for a new job?

And what are the odds I didn't open the envelope but sure as hell told a partner so she has a heads up?