Anyway. Last night I had a wicked sex dream about Russell Crowe. It went a little like this: I gave him a blow job, and he refuses to return the favor. I make fun of him to all his friends because he has a really tiny penis, and thus we start a little war. I think this means that I've been watching too much porn. But what can a girl do? I'm horny, damnit.

Today at my small group I had an opportunity to talk great lengths about myself. I showed everyone my photo album and talked about my life and really, I was a big attention whore and I loved it. I love talking about myself. I want to do it more often.

On another random note, we had a major breakthrough at work today. Our trainer was really getting frustrated with us because we're always asking questions and getting a little crazy and chaotic, and yesterday she was all, "Okay, I'm going to need you guys to chill."

So today, a chick in our class decides to figure out the reason why we're such an intense class. We're so intense, in fact, our trainer has called us the most intense class she's ever taught. But we figured out the reason: It's because we've all been trying to find a job for so long, we're just really trying hard to absorb everything so we won't get fired. We're intense because we have to be! So the trainer took a little poll, and it seems that every single one of us has been out of the job for a month or more. I don't think it was anyone's ultimate goal to end up talking to angry customers all day, but here we are, and we all know how lucky we are.

So then our trainer was relieved and everything is cool now. Yay for that.

It would seem like I have more to say but it's been a long day and I think it's time to go sit down on the sofa and relax. Yay for relaxation.

Party on.