You're not one to get your hopes up...

...but the Home-Sweet-Hovel approval status has been upgraded from 'maybe' to 'pseudo-approved' meaning that all The-Pseudo-Nice-Lady-With-Vibrating-Eyebrows needs to approve The-Not-So-Gay-Trio for the aforementioned Home-Sweet-Hovel is proof of income, which all 3 members of The-Not-So-Gay-Trio have already completed (though not in triplicate) and attached photocopies of their respective driver's licences too.

The-Not-So-Gay-Trio strikes hard, fast, and accurately. But they do it with style.

Speaking of style. Your Gay-Fat self has been reduced to a single pair of not-so-blue-jeans and a single pair of cut-off manpris; which are much like capris, only baggy and on a guy. It's not that this is unusual for you. You usually tend to favor anywhere from 1 to 3 leg coverings of your collection of 20-something at any given time. It's just that you feel like people notice. It's not that you care, it's just that you're not sure if people realize that you totally wash your leg coverings ever other day. But you digress.

You work at 2 today. So you're going to need to start getting ready sometime soon. You're meeting La Missa after work for coffee and a preliminary sketching of her gown at The-Dirty-Diner. You fully intend on drinking at least 3 cups of coffee and eating pancakes. Damnit.