Gimmie gimmie more

My brother, his friend Jordan and I are going into business together. We are going to try to start up some online business(es). I don't want to say what about because I don't want to jinx it but I'm really excited. We each have a lot to bring to the table and it all has a lot of potential.

So stay tuned for that, although it is far from being a reality at this time.

Everytime the valet guys get my car, I get in and it smells like men's cologne. Let's get something out in the open: I love the smell of men's cologne. Love it. Sometimes when I get a whiff of a particularly breathtaking cologne, I kind of stop what I'm doing and just enjoy it and try not to let other people around me know how much I'm enjoying myself. I'm pretty convinced that pharamones or whatever they're called hide out in cologne bottles, waiting for me to walk by and feel weak in the knees. I'm a total sucker for that stuff.

Because of this I feel totally totally creepy when the run-of-the-mill valet driver leaves his scent lingering in my car after he's gone, and I breathe it in and enjoy it. I just wish that it came from someone else and not said valet guy. One cologne in particular renders me helpless- Black Code by Armani. I've been known to get samples of that cologne in stores and keep it in my purse for months at a time. Someone I dated a few summers ago wore that stuff and I haven't been the same since. I wish computers had scratch and sniff so you could understand my plight.

Maybe men's cologne is like the Axe commercials for me except without the brazen sexuality. Maybe. All I know is that it is snow leopard-nip for Kayleigh.

Tomorrow is finally Friday. I want to go to work on Saturday but I'm not sure if I'll actually make it there.

Who wants to go out drinking tomorrow night?