Dumb. Ass.

That would be me. Found my wallet today at work. Sitting at my desk, looking all orange-coloured and plastic and smug. Called Citibank and TD to tell them I’m an idiot. *relief*

In better news, Live Journal has a new boss in town. Uh-huh.
She’s pink, she’s furry, she’s a PINK! FURRY! COWGIRL!
(that sounds better in my head, with the Queen’s golden gaels chant cadence, than it looks when I type it out)

She’s more of a reader than a poster, but that’s just fine. Please send a warm welcome to my friend , the fearless, success-driven, turquoise-wearin’, madd-ass roommate of . Yee-haw!