In a week’s time, the magazine will be out. Along with a photo of me which I am very anxiously hoping they have Photoshopped. I only remember sticking my chin out and sucking in my tummy in about 25% of the photos.
If it comes out online and you are just as curious about it as I am, drop me a line and I’ll send you the link. Not going to post it up here – I still like my privacy (read: I have way too much shit on here that can be used to blackmail me when I become famous one day. Just saying).
My date venue has been rearranged. Originally it was meant to be at The Principal, but the magazine wrote back to say it’s now The Press Room due to scheduling issues. I like the food at The Press Room, but as a date venue it’s not the best – it can get quite loud when it’s busy during dinner time, not the most conducive environment for a conversation. Then again, the buzz and energy from the place may set him (and me) at ease. Then again, the wandering eyes of fellow patrons may just add to my nerves.
Yes I know I’m over-thinking this. Beat it.
GAH! Next week! What if no one writes in? OMG! Am I going to be the first person to not get someone write in to them? Maybe they’ll make a separate feature on that – the girl who did not get a date because no one wrote to her. What if it’s just skinny Chinese boys? Or old pervy Englishmen? Eeeeek!!!
Shush MJ, no one wants to date a crazy lady.
… Bit late for that, isn’t it?