See, now she's getting desperate. Heh.

[apocalypsos]

My mom is setting me up with the friend of a woman she works with. The guy just moved here from Virginia, he's thirty-six (which my mom told me like I was going to say no -- dude, if he's cute and cool, I don't care how old he is), he's "easy on the eyes," and the big selling point from my mom was that he had tattoos. Yeah, I should probably tell her that knowing what the tattoos are pictures of matters a little. (Or a LOT. Heh.)

Goddamn it, I'm supposed to be an adult. Would someone tell the nerdy part of my brain that's squealing, "OMG, A BOY!" in terror and scampering away to come back? It's not listening to me.

Also, remixredux is starting up again. Woohoo!

In less cheerful news, my brother quit his job last night. Which we all saw coming, but he wasn't even going to show up last night which made my father start screaming at him like crazy. So now he's unemployed. Dumbass.

EDIT: I may stop at Walmart and pick up a pair of really cheap Ugg knockoffs, even though I loathe them and think they look stupid, if only because I have a pair my mom got me that I wear to work and feel like walking around all night in comfy slippers. It'd be really nice if I had a pair that weren't a size too big and therefore make clompy noises everywhere I go.