I got my eyebrows waxed for the VERY FIRST TIME yesterday. I am kind of behind in all that kind of thing. I can't tell the difference because I luckily was blessed with non-unibrow eyebrows that are light brown. I was really hoping that I could get some arch going on. Nope. No such luck. I am forever cursed with extremely flat eyebrows.

You know what song I have stuck in my head today..."All the things she said" by that british female two some.TOO catchy.

George. George. George. I even freaking dreamt about him last night. Nope NOT THAT WAY. I walked in him getting it on with a girl that looked like me at work. I ran out of the room and he followed me telling me I was the only one for him, baby. I just don't understand why I get only the freaking married guys. I even confronted him about being married. He denied it and then asked who told me. Everyone knows. Then he tells me that he's single with a wife and two kids. Huh? I love how guys will twist things to work for them. Guys suck. Especially because I am attracted to him. He wore a tshirt again which clings to his built chest and arms. And he knows just what to say. Then I get the comment from Dave a customer the other day who tells me that I'm just lucky he's married because he'd be all over me otherwise. Where were these guys when they were freaking single???? I hate the male species.