Anyone seen my belt?

My pants are seriously going to fall right off my bod. I need a belt! But I can't find any of them. Disastre. :)

(Which one of you stole all my belts?! Bad!)

blanking

Other things that generated a spectrum of emotions occurred on my birthday, but I am choosing to focus on just one thing because I'm random like that.

Avi called me around lunch time yesterday after I tried to call him and got one of his employees instead so then emailed saying "YOU SHOULD CALL ME". When he finally did call me he asked me to look outside for a package from him (hehehehehe) and I finally found it next to the garage. I opened it while on the phone with him and now I think he is 10% deafer because I SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEd into his ear. I present to you my new favorite shirt, complete with magic marker:



My plan is to leave the lines blank because I think the shirt's meaning is much dirtier when left to the minds of others, then I'll use the marker for something else completely unnefarious (which isn't a word). Actually, so that the other geeks don't think I'm a tard, I think I will write bLank blAnk bLANk on the lines.

Dragging ass with klass

Today I am sporting my LURKER t-shirt underneath my Williamsburg t-shirt. Talk about a mixed message. And a klass akt. Who decided to promote me to the senior level of my position? I'm such a bum... I even have holes in my socks (but not a beard, and my pinkie toe is cuter :P ).

Update: Mel requested a photo since I got to see her cleavage today (woohooo!) so I'm giving you a Photo Booth photo, which means it's the mirror image, with a Glow effect:



Yah, Poppy! Take it all off!

Hmm. I just catcalled myself. Heh. What can I say, I'm a sexy minx!