Yeah, okay, so maybe not stalkers, but apparently I seem to bring out the worst in guys. I like to keep telling myself that I'm just so dang sexy that they can't help but open their mouths and let whatever carnal hoohah come bursting out. Yes, it must be me, because we certainly cannot blame those poor defenseless men.
Oh Angela, whatever are you whining about today?
Well, I'm thinking about putting an added little section to the bottom of each entry. I already keep track of my mileage throughout the year and things I love, so why not add a "How I was sexually harrassed today" section?
Total times sexually harrassed this week: Three (and it's just Monday!)
And you're probably thinking that I'm blowing this all out of proportion, that some little comment here and there shouldn't be taken to such extremes. I'm just tired of it. It is really wearing at me sometimes.
So here's what happened: We have a cotton candy machine at work for the next few days and I was having to make it, but let me tell you my cotton candy making skills are right up there with my cooking skills. So I'm making one last one and I look like I've been through the Haunted Barbie Dream Home, 'cause I'm covered in pink cobwebs. It was all in my hair, wrapped around my arm and all over my clothes. So this guy tells me, "Too bad you don't have a boyfriend. It could make for an interesting evening, him licking all that off of you."
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Um, yeah. I get irked enough when my friends from college make comments like that, but to have someone that comes into my work on a daily basis say something like that is just creepy. I wonder why I wear turtlenecks in Texas in August.
Ah well, moving on...
I updated the fan art section a week ago as well as adding some art somewhere else, but I can't for the life of me remember where. Maybe I am just thinking I did. I don't know. I haven't finished anything in so long. I really need to get back to drawing. I'm so rusty.
I did another online quiz and was quite shocked to find this out:
I thought for sure I was gonna get Obnoxious American Transfer Student. Heheh. Well, it's nice to know I'm an original character.
I love spiritual epiphanies. (I had one today, but I won't go into it 'cause I don't want anyone thinking I'm more off my rocker than they already do.)
Dancin': 31.5 | Dog walkin': 99.5 | Total: 131 miles
XOXOX
Loch
