you want my job

either i've traveled back in time and am magically posting via the power of gnomes on a prehistoric interweb, or this is just what i wore to work last friday.

where i

~drank wine coolers from a kiddie pool filled with ice
~did jell-o shots
~ ate burgers and chips and chicken with veggies
~watched other people eat fried brie (is this good? they liked it. it seemed weird to me. (that might be because i'm allergic to cheese and also not a fan of fried unless it involves carbohydrates))
~competed in a trivia contest wherein one of the answers was quite gloriously "cory feldman"
~got serenaded
~was given gorgeous jewelry and a rubiks cube for my trouble.

here is a close up, so you can see my bitchin eye makeup and hair doodad.



also, someone needs to call doc brown, hop in the delorean, and get my parents back together, as i seem to be disappearing, eyebrow first.

quick! hurry! before i am no longer able to properly perform a pivotal character in my one woman show!