Tell all your friends they can go my way
Right now, I am torn between either taking a shower right now (it's nearly 8), or waiting until 10 so I can watch "Halloween" on the Sci-Fi channel. It's not as if we don't have that movie on tape and/or DVD around here, but for some reason I have the urge to watch it at this very moment. Some would argue that I could take a very fast shower before then, but it's not to be. None of my showers are short. Getting clean rules. Plus, I just bought one of those Venus "Vibrance" razors that I can't wait to shave my legs with, and that's not something you want to rush through.
Yesterday after work (which ended stupidly because I couldn't get the computer/printer to work right so I could finish up a project), I went by the bank (yay deposits!), and then to Mervyn's. I don't know what their problem is, but right now all their fat-girl clothes suck. Actually, they had some really cute t-shirts, but I was looking for nice work things, of which there was a definite shortage. Argh.
Annoyed, I went over to Target and was very, very naughty. Purchases:
- Two "Rock Star" pillows, at $1 each. They're cute... one is black with magenta fringe, and the other is magenta with a black fringe. This just speaks to what a terrible impusle shopper I am, but I didn't even notice that they were that-way colored until I brought them home and looked at them. In my haste to move through the $1 aisles, I thought they were both black with magenta. Whoops. Pepé has already repeatedly challenged the b w/m.f. pillow to duels.
- A cute purse... dark silver that says "Spoiled", with a heart as the dot over the i. Too cute. Good thing they no longer have the "That's hot" purse or I'd look like the biggest idiot of all time... more so.
- Like, four pairs of these really soft, pretty argyle socks. I love argyle, in the fetish way.
- Something else for LS's b-day. God I can't wait to give her her stuff.
- The above-mentioned Venus "Vibrance", some conditioner, my Physicians Formula powder, and Abreva. You know, for the thing on my face. I would actually have not even blogged about buying that, but I thought I should because I think it's funny that when the cashier put it over the scanner, she actually checked out my face, I guess looking for proof that it was for me. I'd hate to see what she does when someone buys like condoms or something.
Okay, so I guess I am going to watch "Halloween." I really love this movie... so simple. They don't go into dumb, over-explained crap about why this little boy kills his sister, and then more people later, it just kind of happens. I always wished I could write something that wasn't complicated, but my imagination gets a little crazy sometimes. That's okay too.
New "Degrassi" started yesterday. I so love that show... I just knew they were going to give Emma an STD. Like in that one awesome Lifetime movie where she got syphilis... hee. Oh, but anyway: I almost fell off my bed when The N left in the word "blowjob." I can't remember the last time I heard that word on an American series, one about and geared towards teens, anyway. Canadians so rule.
I hurt my thumb somehow yesterday, doing who knows what. All I know is that it hurt really bad in the Jeep when I had to switch from "Park" into "Drive." Ouch. Right before I went to bed I had ice on it for awhile, and made sure not to sleep on it, and it feels pretty good. Whoo hoo.
Thursday afternoon, a fair section of my commute home was complicated by a stretch of stoplights being out. Not blinking red; completely out. For the most part, people behaved themselves, which is good. Eventually, a cutie motorcycle cop came out and started directing traffic.
Maybe I'm too idealistic (or dorky), but I was hoping for some camaraderie between myself and fellow commuters. You know, rolling down of windows: "Hey, do you know what's going on up there?" "No, do you?" And then a big truck would come along, and the guy driving it would know what's up by talking to someone on his CB. Alas, this was not to be: We went along in silence, windows rolled up (or at least I did, because it was hot and I wanted the air conditioner), proceeding either nervously (me) or crazily through intersections. Wah.
Anyway, it was pretty irritating, and I'm hoping not a preview of what might happen next week if there's a BART strike. It wouldn't be disastrous for me, seeing as I don't take the freeway, but you'd still have to expect a certain amount of spillover. I wouldn't blame em for striking, I'd do it too. You can't ask someone to start suddenly paying at least three times as much on healthcare each month, and ask them to go without even cost-of-living wage increases for years on end.
On that note, I think I will go shower. The first twenty minutes of the movie are the scariest (which is of course not to dissuade you from watching the rest).
Yesterday after work (which ended stupidly because I couldn't get the computer/printer to work right so I could finish up a project), I went by the bank (yay deposits!), and then to Mervyn's. I don't know what their problem is, but right now all their fat-girl clothes suck. Actually, they had some really cute t-shirts, but I was looking for nice work things, of which there was a definite shortage. Argh.
Annoyed, I went over to Target and was very, very naughty. Purchases:
- Two "Rock Star" pillows, at $1 each. They're cute... one is black with magenta fringe, and the other is magenta with a black fringe. This just speaks to what a terrible impusle shopper I am, but I didn't even notice that they were that-way colored until I brought them home and looked at them. In my haste to move through the $1 aisles, I thought they were both black with magenta. Whoops. Pepé has already repeatedly challenged the b w/m.f. pillow to duels.
- A cute purse... dark silver that says "Spoiled", with a heart as the dot over the i. Too cute. Good thing they no longer have the "That's hot" purse or I'd look like the biggest idiot of all time... more so.
- Like, four pairs of these really soft, pretty argyle socks. I love argyle, in the fetish way.
- Something else for LS's b-day. God I can't wait to give her her stuff.
- The above-mentioned Venus "Vibrance", some conditioner, my Physicians Formula powder, and Abreva. You know, for the thing on my face. I would actually have not even blogged about buying that, but I thought I should because I think it's funny that when the cashier put it over the scanner, she actually checked out my face, I guess looking for proof that it was for me. I'd hate to see what she does when someone buys like condoms or something.
Okay, so I guess I am going to watch "Halloween." I really love this movie... so simple. They don't go into dumb, over-explained crap about why this little boy kills his sister, and then more people later, it just kind of happens. I always wished I could write something that wasn't complicated, but my imagination gets a little crazy sometimes. That's okay too.
New "Degrassi" started yesterday. I so love that show... I just knew they were going to give Emma an STD. Like in that one awesome Lifetime movie where she got syphilis... hee. Oh, but anyway: I almost fell off my bed when The N left in the word "blowjob." I can't remember the last time I heard that word on an American series, one about and geared towards teens, anyway. Canadians so rule.
I hurt my thumb somehow yesterday, doing who knows what. All I know is that it hurt really bad in the Jeep when I had to switch from "Park" into "Drive." Ouch. Right before I went to bed I had ice on it for awhile, and made sure not to sleep on it, and it feels pretty good. Whoo hoo.
Thursday afternoon, a fair section of my commute home was complicated by a stretch of stoplights being out. Not blinking red; completely out. For the most part, people behaved themselves, which is good. Eventually, a cutie motorcycle cop came out and started directing traffic.
Maybe I'm too idealistic (or dorky), but I was hoping for some camaraderie between myself and fellow commuters. You know, rolling down of windows: "Hey, do you know what's going on up there?" "No, do you?" And then a big truck would come along, and the guy driving it would know what's up by talking to someone on his CB. Alas, this was not to be: We went along in silence, windows rolled up (or at least I did, because it was hot and I wanted the air conditioner), proceeding either nervously (me) or crazily through intersections. Wah.
Anyway, it was pretty irritating, and I'm hoping not a preview of what might happen next week if there's a BART strike. It wouldn't be disastrous for me, seeing as I don't take the freeway, but you'd still have to expect a certain amount of spillover. I wouldn't blame em for striking, I'd do it too. You can't ask someone to start suddenly paying at least three times as much on healthcare each month, and ask them to go without even cost-of-living wage increases for years on end.
On that note, I think I will go shower. The first twenty minutes of the movie are the scariest (which is of course not to dissuade you from watching the rest).
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