Today was my last day working with Erin. Friday is her last day but I'm off so, there we go. The job will now be much less tolerable than it was before. At least while she was there I had someone equally as insane as I was to talk to. I guess this just means slightly more trips to the city. Providing of course that the gas prices remain decent. The good news in this is that I have some where to crash on weekends when I go to NAIT for my second year schooling.

I've also decided that listening to Frank Sinatra, Micheal Buble and other such "crooners" is more than likely what's responsible for the fact that I very badly want a custom fit pin stripe suit and a fedora. That and I like pin stripe suits. Josh, buy me a suit! Or I can always steal one of yours. Which ever works better for you, darling(I love you and for more than just the suit). Cue me dancing around the house, singing "A Foggy Day(In London Town)" into a hair brush. Ok, I'm not exactly "Blue Eyes". So sue me!
The music's smooth and sexy, can you blame me for trying?








Quote of the Day:


"But don't forget who's takin' you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin' save the last dance for me"
Save The Last Dance for Me