Blonde ambition

First, I went to work with my shirt on inside out (I thought it looked extra shiny).  And tonight, Mom had to confirm twice that the chicken in my Chipotle salad was indeed chicken, and not steak.  But I did pump gas on my own and navigate through (user unfriendly) Microsoft Office 2010 without problem.  And I noticed my skinny latte was actually a carmel macchiato before leaving the coffee I only drink if I have a gift card Starbucks parking lot (scoring a free drink card!).  Clearly brunette moments are much more becoming...  

Why I want to date that guy.  So I can write a blog like this.