Supermodel's Black Eye All Better

My poor little sportycar is fixed-- her boo boo on the back driver's side from the accident is painted & buffed & you can barely tell that there was an accident of bizarre proportions. The tail light still has a tiny nick in the corner-- and she's wiser about who she hangs out with now and puts on "the break" in relationships with big white pickup trucks now. :) (Sorry. The metaphor just kept going). Whodathunkit that my cute navy blue suit that cost 20 bucks, that was the reason I was at the shopping center in the first place would end up costing me about 700 bucks? Sigh.

On another note-- I'm headed to pick up photos from the past month-ish. I really need to take my digital camera into the shop. Oneathesedays. But maybe later you'll get a photo essay "what Kim's been up to lately-- a picture is worth a thousand blogs".

For yet another-- I'm working on a project for my women writers zine interviewing a couple of bloggers. I haven't decided who all I want to work on, or what questions I'm going to ask. I want to talk to a couple of bloggers I read regularly who specifically center their blogs on feminism in some way. It's a project that could be very big-- really, one could probably do a whole dissertation on it-- but this will just be a short (ish) article. It ought to be interesting.

But off to work and cruise around in my green sportscar and blast music too loud. I think maybe some "Lil' Kim" would be great. (Man, putting her name in the blog is going to get me some more weird search hits....)