The greatest proof for me that my Lord and Savior exists?
My beloved.
'Tis enough for this simple creature.


Ok,
so the day started out with another messed up dream. It was a young girl on a bike, and she was racing past this giant chain link fence. There's a T.Rex right behind her, and it looks as though they are happily working out together.
Until the girl's ?mother and ?younger sister ride up on a second bike. Turns out that Rex is tied up with a large blue gauze wrap, and he's just chasing after the girl to eat her. As soon as the second bike shows up, the girl panics, trying to distract Rex, but he breaks out of the gauze and chases the second bike.
Then he's in the water, pulling on the end vehicle of a whole string of vehicles that were out to go boating. There's an old granny lady in a small golf car (right behind the first vehicle Rex is chewing on) and she's flashing her member's car at Rex, screaming how he can't eat her, she's a regular!
Riiiiiiight. Anyways, Rex is pulling on the rope that's tied all the vehicles together, so Screaming Granny gets closer to his jaws--
--and Ginny's awake. Bleck, so much carnage in dreamage lately. >>

Let the "boasting" begin.
Recieved my 2oth Manager-Recognized Customer Compliment yesterday. Which equates to 2o ChiliHead pins. I never wear them anymore (too many of them), but at least I can impress future bosses with them.
And my 4th year anniversary with Chili's is tomorrow. Um...*shakes a tiny rattle*...whee.

And yeah, I modeled last night, and yeah, the pics come out next week. Fortunately, there was at least 2o models up there, because I've decided I despise makeup and all the ignorant giggly girl crap that goes with it. >> I never liked those kind of girls back in high school, and here I was in a room full of them. Mweh.
After all the makeup was put on, I remember looking in the mirror. "Oh my fudge," I thought-muttered, "I look like a drug addict. Or something else." I didn't tell any one else that, though.
Foundation/base I don't have a problem with--I put it on every day. I might start using mascara, just to bring out my eyes, (I did like the mascara, I'll say that much), but the dreaded raccoon eyes are always a scary thought. Moreso since I smudge makeup so easily.
Eh, maybe I'll leave the dark eyelashes to Jamal. And wow, are they ever so gorgeously dark. Seriously. I mean...*puuuurr*

*intermission*

~One Hour Later~
Oh right, I was writing this! Oopsa. Got sidetracked. ^_~
I got two sorta-commissions. One is a girl at work who wants to expand her tattoo, as it were. The other is a lady up at church who wants her children's book to be illustrated. I'm really looking forward to both.
I don't really have anything else to say. Everything's been shaping up nicely, so:

A/C and classical instrumentalism are conducive to intellectual stimulation. So learn at least one new thing today.