Bad News Bears

So, due to the fact I am poor and the outlook isn't so good on being rich anytime soon, I've had to make some adjustments. I've cancelled my internet and probably should've cancelled my cable as well. But I'd rather give up food than have to give up Mad Men, Gossip Girl and Grey's Anatomy. Priorities, ya know. Anyhow, now my favorite place is the good ol' Newport Beach Library. I'm still amazed at how I never knew about all the free stuff a library offers.. sometimes when I'm there I feel like the Little Mermaid discovering all the dinglehoppers and thingamabobs they have there. And then there are the people. I could write wonders about the "others", as I like to call them. There was Mr. Antsy Pants, who I encountered while signing up for my library card. He wanted to return his books right that second, in person, because he "didn't trust the drop-box". So the fact I was there before him, getting helped before him, did not sit well. Then, there's sweet Mr. SBD, who decided of all the places in the library to sleep, directly behind my chair was the spot he liked best. And to boot, decided to silently fill the air with heavenly gifts from his butt cheeks. Hence the name, Mr. SBD. But there is the occasional "dream boat" there surrounded by books and hottness. I always wonder if he is studying for his medical degree or maybe his bar exam. Or maybe he's studying all the literature and poetry so one day when we're married, I'll be surprised with little love notes that he sprinkled throughout the house. Hey, a girl can dream, right?

But anyway, I'm rambling.... So yesterday, I'm at the library. I'm checking email. I'm checking out the cutie across the way. I'm blogging. And then for no reason at all, my computer freezes. I try to restart it, but while its rebooting, the screen goes grey, and then a little symbol pops up. Seriously. You've got to be joking. So, until I can get an appointment at the Apple store to see what is wrong with Gizmo (doesn't everybody name their electronics?) my blog is pretty much out of commission. I hope my Costa pics are okay, but I'm pretty sure everything is gone. Please keep little Gizmo in your thoughts, so we can get right back to blogging.

And some thoughts for me too, that I can get a job soon. Thankfully, the parents have accepted my rent in the form of hugs and kisses, but my credit card companies denied such attempts. And who knows how much longer that will last with my parents. Just in case-- Mom, I love what you've done with your hair! Have you lost weight? :)

I went for an interview the other night at this restaurant owned by one of my old regulars. He's been telling me for like over a year how he wants me to work for him, so I went in to take him up on his offer. Turns out he not only wants to give me a job, but apparently he thinks we should start "seeing each other" as well. Yep. That's my life. Needless to say, the job search continues...