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Cool kid coming through.

So guess who has a real job. That's right. Me.

I worked my first two shifts at American Eagle Outfitters Friday and Sunday night, totaling up 20 hours, easy as that.


I'm also getting into biking; I biked home after both those shifts. It was fun! Slightly exhausting considering I'd been doing like 10hrs of floor set shit and it turns out I had a cold (don't worry, I only feel slightly guilty for telling my coworkers it was only "allergies" my whole shift).


So I'm pretty sold on the biking thing. Anything that trims my waistline and sexies up my legs/ass is a win, nevermind the whole getting-me-places bit--that's just a hot hot bonus.

Speaking of sexy legs (and lips...), everyone who's coming down for the Rally to Restore Sanity/Keep Fear Alive should come to the midnight showings of Rocky Horror at the E Street Landmark--either the night before (Friday the 29th) and/or that night (Saturday the 30th). On the 30th, we'll be doing a hot hot preshow which may include me in thigh high fishnets. You know, if I ever get around to practicing the dance and shit >.< But I'll still be wearing fishnets regardless! You can't keep me outta them if you tried! Not that anyone really would try to stop me at, you know, Rocky Horror....but you know....

I'll also be playing Crim (the criminologist). In fishnets. And an ascot. You need to see this.

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  1. Isn't biking great??? My brother bikes to work all the time. Mike and I have begun to bike for fun and to get to work. I feel great after I go for a ride and I've seen areas around here that I haven't before.

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