please stop oogling my croissant.

no. "croissant" isn't another one of my terms for body parts that shouldn't be a part of normal public conversation (unless one or all parties are intoxicated. because sometimes using the word "boobies" when you're drunk brings a preschool-level of entertainment. and a large case of the giggles.)

with that being said, yes, my croissant was oogled today. by a big ol' burly dude while i was working on stuff at bread and chocolate. there i was, just workin' on my flash cards, reasoning that due to my extensive private school education, i had words like "devout", "pious" and "dogmatic" in the bag, when i look up and this mister is staring at my ham and cheese croissant. i had half left and i didn't know how to proceed. do i eat and rub it in his face? or do i jump ship all together and cease the eating? it was beyond creepy. but i'm trying to give the guy the benefit of the doubt and think that maybe he's not allowed to eat croissants, whether dictated by his doctor or something. so it was merely longing at the fact that he wanted one, but couldn't. because if i think of it anyway else, it just gets creepy.

i could have put a picture of a similar looking croissant. but i didn't. that takes far too much energy.

in other AP-centric news, i went to an interview today. found out that if they hire me, i get 40% off stuff. i like the sound of le crueset cookware at a generous discount. tomorrow i have my interview at what some people view as the evil empire, but i view as the mothership. complete with overpriced umbrellas. yes, they do sell umbrellas now. i'm getting mine in purple.

watched the godfather on bravo. we all know how much i enjoy a good godfather screening. however, i don't so much dig it on cable. the dubbing over offensive words and the cuts to commercial right after all the good parts just don't do it for me. while watching however, we learned three things.
1.) i have not been following my slipper pattern for roughly two weeks. that's one fugly looking slipper to rip apart, let me tell you.

2.) the all american recreation girls a.) aren't very telegenic, b.) shouldn't really be singing on tv and b.) should lay off the white, sparkly eyeshadow

and finally 3.) every time i see the commercial for cameron crowe's elizabethtown, orlando bloom gets a little bit cuter and i have the urge to see it more and more, despite that i read that it's waaay too long. (ooh. i almost felt like a movie snob there. shiver me timbers.)

aaaalllright. i'm out. there are pants that need to be ironed.