quidditchgrrl

Okay, so I am an unintentionally creepy stalker chick, as I have seen Mr. GQ (so named by the other ladies in my office because of this particular gentleman's long, sleek hair, tailored suits, and shiny shoes) no less than 3 times today.  I swear he flinched when he got on the elevator this afternoon.  :-\

To be fair, I did come close to drooling on his shoes.  He's that yummy.  Yet married and the hair, while bee-yoo-tee-ful, is a little weird in one of his age.

Obsessive, me?  Who says?  :-P

Also in the realm of things that cause me to obsess:  Damon Albarn and Graham Coxon reunite and stun fans.  Get back in the studio already, please!

BIG BIG *hugs* to roguebitch.  I wish you could move east, at least a little further away from the vortex that you're in now.

I really dislike it when you take a silly test and ( the result is scarily accurate: )

The weather here is slowly starting to heat up.  I made it through the entire day without turning on my space heater at work, even though I was freezing my tush off.  I'm trying to wean myself off the heat so my body will learn to heat itself.  (Silly, I know, but it's worth a try.)

Katiett, your dad made me cry.  What a dear.

TGIF, y'all.