Oh, by the way, you start today.

That is the exact words that my boss (ha, yeah, he is my boss now) said at 10am on Friday. I was absolutely put off guard because I was looking forward to starting on Monday, but I started earlier. It’s all gravy–I got paid for 4 hours. Basically, it’s going well, and I caught on fairly quickly, but my issue is actually remember the names of who is calling. I write them down, but even that doesn’t help too much. But eventually. I know it.

I have said this before, and I will say it again–Mother Nature is a self-absorbed crackwhore. It’s August, right? Well, anyone want to tell me why it feels like the middle of September? Seriously, it only went up to…not even 60 degrees. It’s like, if it’s like this in the supposedly hottest month of the year, can you imagine how it’s going to be on the supposedly coldest month of the year? Ooh, thank goodness for heat. Oh, but here’s the kicker folks; it’s going to be 90 degrees over the weekend. That in itself is a WTF Moment. (Speaking of, I haven’t done any of those as of late…I guess I haven’t seen much that is out of the ordinary that’d make me go WTF?!)

So the crush now has my cell number, thanks to my friend. Funny thing is that she said she was going to do it, and I said that she wouldn’t. Boy, was I ever wrong! He never brought that up to me yet, but given my luck, he’s probably done away with it already. Or maybe not; he did ask for it a while back, and I gave him a look and he never brought it up again. Something’s gotta give. I don’t know when, or how, but something’s gotta give. I will admit though–the kisses on the cheek are cute and make me smile. And his lips are soft. Anyway!

Something’s gotta give. You know why? Because there is no reason why the number 7 is coming up so often. Example: Saved at 7:36:41. That’s the entry I’m typing now. It is 7pm. Add 3 (from the 36) and the 4 (from the 41) and you get 7. Add the 6 (from the 36) and the 1 (from the 41) and you get…you guessed it…7. Then there’s the neverending joke about me having a “7-inch minimum” (and that will be left alone), and the dream about a “7-foot redhead male figure” (read: last random fact). Then my life path number being…7. And there are even more evidences of the number 7 coming up as of late. Something is telling me to play the lotto. It’s either that, or it’s telling me to go back to my doctor about a slight case of OCD. Damn.

Let’s see…directory. Gonna happen. The Southpaw webring? It’s possible, I’m just holding off on new projects, because I’m still working on the layout that I promised Lou. But yeah, once I get that out the way, I’ll start working on it.

Hey, here’s what you can do: Join Ecstasy MB. I’m Nyree.Kage; there, so you can put me as a referrer. Also, if you’re 17.5+, then you can join P739. We would love new active members for both boards. Also, we’re starting the process of the 739ZINE. It’s going to be cool! But we need more help.

And with that, I bid you…love, peace, and hair grease!