  Why the hell did I buy color safe bleach? How did I get sucked into a totally useless oxymoron? There is color in two much favored articles of my clothing that I don't want in my clothing. Black ink from a Sanford Rollerball pen that I fell asleep on, to be precise.
Thus, color safe bleach puh-robably isn't going to work. Sometimes I'm such a dumbass. &nbsp; It is too hot for pants. &nbsp; However, it's not too hot for sorbet, soymilk and my vitamins. &nbsp; Men do not love the same way that women do and are prone to becoming very unattractive when they try. &nbsp; 4 more days of the ass spreader. (job) &nbsp; My most immense Seattle crush is coming to look at my car tomorrow. I hope it isn't intolerably weird. I thoroughly no longer find him attractive. In fact he was my first taste of the syndrome I like to call "West Coast Type B Personality Problem to my Existence.
" Ah, Seattle. Where deciding not to decide is a big decision. Fortunately I learned that Michael would be the LEAST of my problems that way. Oh yeah, and he finds me unattractively&nbsp;intimidating and probably too young. GOOD. &nbsp; Poor venhilation. One more on Marie's ever growing list of reasons why it's brilliant to have a slot for an independant&nbsp;10 minute show. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
