Even on Mardi Gras I couldn't convince people I am a lech. No breasts for my beads. And apparently I wasn't skeezy enough in general.
I make not an effective dirty lech
I don't plan to delete my LJ (I paid for permanent status, dammit), but this will be the last post. I don't plan to read it anymore, either…
Turns out my insurance is cut off at midnight tonight, not the end of the month. In a way, that's a good thing. Now I'll move my appointment…
A week off, but tomorrow I head to the home office for a week there.