Lauren: It's OK. I was having a nostalgic I-Miss-The-Boy moment; I have those every now and again. It passed. I was only mad at you for as long as it took to write that entry, and even then I wasn't actually mad at you...I was mad at one little thing you did a long-ass time ago. I have a tendency to over analyze things in the middle of the night and then wake up only to realize that I was crazy and emotional the night before. (In other words, I think too much. Big surprise, right?) Don't worry - I'm not mad, I don't hate you, etc. Hopefully you're not too terribly mad at me, either. :)

Jamie: You don't have to take that shit. Nobody has the right to grope you just because you've got tits. You don't go around grabbing dicks, and your co-workers shouldn't go arond grabbing boobs. It's not nice. If I thought it would do any good I'd encourage you to press charges for sexual harassment and all that jazz, but...it's Rapids. Nothing would come of it and you would be portrayed as the bitchy little tease stirring up trouble at Pasquales. So just quit. Fuck them.
P.S.: I'm going freelance too. Be a writer. You get to set your own hours and you don't have to answer to anybody...until you have an editor, and a publisher, and a deadline. Shit. Even the free aren't free. :(