Gonna shake some mountains while we can
How crazy is it that tomorrow kicks off December? Crazy like a panda playing ping pong on a platform built by platypuses. Anybody who's ever seen a panda knows there's no way that critter's working up enough energy to lunge around with paddles.
A Fine Frenzy has a Christmas album! Who here loves me enough for that? No one? That's ok; I've already acquired it for myself... along with a Prince compilation... just not the Prince compilation I'd wanted. Ah, well. (On that note, Amazon wish list is here for those so inclined. I've got to get stuff together for the annual card mailing extravaganza.)
This will be my 5th Christmas of present wrapping accompanied by Samurai Champloo. Oh, the bizarre traditions we come up with. Peace on earth, bitches.
Ok, ladies, lip plumpers. I like the shine, I like the gloss, I like fullness, and I even kinda like the tingling. I just don't like what's left behind after the party's over. Are there any that don't feel cloying and sticky and leave a residue behind?
My father should never call me at work and ask for the number to the pet cemetery. It leads to cold feelings in the chest and biting out of words: "Who's died? Who. Has. Died?" Fortunately, none of ours, or I would have been hyperventilating and wailing all over the work family.
Something that randomly cracked me up going through old work emails: "If I am sending out letters to women and don't know if they're married...what is the way around that?" It's a little bit better with context, but who needs context? Not you.
Creepy stalker dude's emails are still creepy though, with his "I'm a bad boy" and his "please"s and his "If you need to speak to me for any reason about something you see at anytime please call me" and his "I will forever (forever) be in your debt... and I never forget those I'm indebted to!" and his smiley faces and his "It's 2:30 a.m. and I was laying in bed trying to sleep... but I felt like I was missing something important..." and his "S*A*L*U*T*E !!" and just... good god, you know? That'll be two years ago this month. I'm over it. So over it. Was over it. Until I made the mistake of reading them again. Grarrrr.
Reading over old papers regarding my psychological profile makes me laugh too: "Her moderate score also indicates that she does not seek social acceptance from people without a genuine interest in them".
And yet when I do have an interest in them, oh, the lengths I will go for social acceptance. But, yeah, normally I don't care.
Little over 2 weeks until surgery. Meep!
A Fine Frenzy has a Christmas album! Who here loves me enough for that? No one? That's ok; I've already acquired it for myself... along with a Prince compilation... just not the Prince compilation I'd wanted. Ah, well. (On that note, Amazon wish list is here for those so inclined. I've got to get stuff together for the annual card mailing extravaganza.)
This will be my 5th Christmas of present wrapping accompanied by Samurai Champloo. Oh, the bizarre traditions we come up with. Peace on earth, bitches.
Ok, ladies, lip plumpers. I like the shine, I like the gloss, I like fullness, and I even kinda like the tingling. I just don't like what's left behind after the party's over. Are there any that don't feel cloying and sticky and leave a residue behind?
My father should never call me at work and ask for the number to the pet cemetery. It leads to cold feelings in the chest and biting out of words: "Who's died? Who. Has. Died?" Fortunately, none of ours, or I would have been hyperventilating and wailing all over the work family.
Something that randomly cracked me up going through old work emails: "If I am sending out letters to women and don't know if they're married...what is the way around that?" It's a little bit better with context, but who needs context? Not you.
Creepy stalker dude's emails are still creepy though, with his "I'm a bad boy" and his "please"s and his "If you need to speak to me for any reason about something you see at anytime please call me" and his "I will forever (forever) be in your debt... and I never forget those I'm indebted to!" and his smiley faces and his "It's 2:30 a.m. and I was laying in bed trying to sleep... but I felt like I was missing something important..." and his "S*A*L*U*T*E !!" and just... good god, you know? That'll be two years ago this month. I'm over it. So over it. Was over it. Until I made the mistake of reading them again. Grarrrr.
Reading over old papers regarding my psychological profile makes me laugh too: "Her moderate score also indicates that she does not seek social acceptance from people without a genuine interest in them".
And yet when I do have an interest in them, oh, the lengths I will go for social acceptance. But, yeah, normally I don't care.
Little over 2 weeks until surgery. Meep!