I've got the world on a string

This morning at Starbucks, getting coffee for Kelly (I'm a patsy. Why do I have this job when I could freelance naked? Fuck this shit, I'm going to law school. Or! Maybe I'll just sit around in big pants and eat oreos until I die of icing poisoning.) I overheard the man next to me say "And then I slathered it with olive oil. Just basted it." When I looked at him, eyebrows raised, he winked at me. Saucy! (No pun intended.)

I know I've said this at least 17 times since I moved, but I really need to get my ass back in some dance classes. But I mean it this time.

I'm -so- making a Christmas tree tomorrow.