last week of federally funded freedom

One week left until I jump back into the rat race of actually working for money. God bless America, unemployment has gotta be one of the silliest things I have ever taken advantage of in our government. Paid for doing nothing. Not to say I didn't earn that money - I sent out so many bloody resumes and sat in front of this computer, endlessly clicking to find a job... I really do want to work. It got so boring, and I couldn't really afford to travel as much as I wanted, and I just felt like my life was so pointless! I'm still a bit apprehensive about taking this job - in the long run, I think I could be very successful and make lots of $$, but then again, I really would love to work for the zoo. Anyone who knows me knows I belong at the zoo (har har har), but I wouldn't make as much money long-term and there isn't as much room for moving up. Assuming I get offered the job, of course. ;)

I experimented with my first-ever "tan in a bottle". I never realized just how pale I am! It didn't turn out significantly darker, so I'm thinking I'll try again. Then with Heather's help, hopefully I'll get some ridiculous picture on here with what I bought in Chicago. <wink> And no, I promise it has nothing to do with a 2 foot long dildo.

Went out and got Mark Mowers autograph last night. He's relatively new and not really in the spotlight, so I was the ONLY one there! Dorky little me walks in with 3 pucks (not all for me! i swear!) and it was just so bizarre getting the autograph of someone my age. Autographs are goofy anyway, but hey it was fun I guess. I shook his hand and some dude working there joked around and said I was going to throw the wet pucks into the bag and ruin them, and Mark laughed and said "Naw, she wouldn't do that!" Giggle giggle goes the Lisa. HA! I didn't really flirt, but if I wanted to hang around and chat, it would have been the perfect time. He's not really my type anyway - too blonde and clean-cut. I like my men dark and scruffy. ;)

Any ideas for my St. Patty's day? All I know is that this year, if those Guinness girls come back and don't give me a shirt, I'm taking it off their back. My goodness, my Guinness!