I have a 3-day weekend this weekend, but most of it will be busy. Today I went down to Rave’s for a while to help out there, and then doing the normal running around thing with the fam (ya gotta have that quality time, ya know!). I still need to think about putting up some shelves for my massively growing clothing collection (OK…most of it IS for shoes/boots), but I gotta get organized! How scary is that thought? A guy who used to work at the store I work at part-time tried to get me sucked into the middle of some adolescent “bitch session” over the weekend, but whether intentional or not, I avoided it deftly, as I have already made my loyalties clear. I just hate it when a friend of mine gets screwed over, and then the person who’s doing the screwing tries to get all buddy-buddy with me. I just can’t deal with that stuff right now. I have too much on my plate as it is.
Tomorrow is gonna be super-busy down at the store (PrideFest and RenFair this weekend), so I’m getting all psyched up for that (how demented is that thought, eh?). Ah well….I love what I do, and part of that is helping my friends, so hey…gotta love it, right? I’ve graduated to sprucing up my wardrobe and my appearance, which means co-ordinating my outfits, as well as doing some things that were considered “femme” until recent years, such as wearing heels and nails. I figure as long as it doesn’t interfere with my work life or my personal life, then it’s all good, right? Oh…I took the Voyager personality test, and found out that I am: