last time i checked i could not use a bandana as a belt

and thank god for that! this dude on the escalator tonight was wearing a red bandana as a belt and wearing his jeans slung lo! dear god, that’s a small ass.

i’ve discovered a hitherto hidden j-lo ass (on me). the aforementioned ass emerges when i wear my new pink-with-white-polka-dots-strapless-jersey-dress (15 quid!). i showed off said ass in shoreditch on saturday night to good effect! still single but i can feel the dating action on the horizon. it’s a similar feeling to the one that heralded approaching phd funding and i wasn’t wrong about that.

so aim are playing this free music festival (fruitstock) in regent’s park on sunday. yay. they are a seriously innovative hip hop/dj collective that i’ve been into for about 3 years. and arrested development are playing saturday night! get that! “mr wen-dell, yea-eh-ah………”

point for discussion: should i speak to my superior (who i like and respect very much) prior to leaving my post about how my line manager could really use some management/communication training? not sure who i’ll benefit by speaking out and i don’t want to create any bad feeling before leaving. equally, a little sensitivity training (or perhaps a month or two spent on a kabutz?) might do her (and her future staff) some good!

off to the british beer festival on thursday with quinton-“let’s get a vindaloo after 10 pints!”. have never been so i promise to report back!

what do you do with mixed cds you’ve made for people you decide don’t deserve them?