Dude, you're action packed with issues
Do you ever feel contemplative, but you're unsure of what to contemplate? Or rather, you have plenty to contemplate, but you can't focus on one thing and end up bouncing from thought to thought, not giving each one the proper consideration it needs, and instead developing a headache from contemplating so many different things and getting nowhere with any of them?
I do.
Steph and I got pedicures today. It was really great. After getting slammed at work Friday and yesterday, I was sore and some pampering was certainly called for. Plus, my toenails are a beautiful dark auburn color now, suitable for fall I think, and I'm deriving a delightful amount of girlie satisfaction from it.
Though one thing: the massage chair was fantastic and all, and I even appreciated the butt massagers (hey, I stand/run around all day at work, my butt gets sore and I think that's perfectly natural), but.... what was with the strange middle-of-the-ass massager?? Like, an enema massager. Steph looked at me at one point and just said, "Does your chair have the butt thing, too?" "Yeah." And then we both kind of had a moment where we both furrowed our brows and pondered. I just didn't understand how that was theraputic. Maybe the ass crack massaging isn't for me. Maybe it's totally normal. Could just be me.
I started playing AOL's "Gold Rush" game tonight. It's terribly addictive. I think I need a fix right now.
For all my infinite wisdom (settle down, I'm only half joking), I'm still not very good at figuring out where the line between being a good, supportive friend and telling my honest opinion is. It doesn't happen a lot, but every now and then I need to work it out and....
A CAR CHASE!!!! Thank you late night WGN! That's right, bash that bitch's window in with the butt of your gun, officer!! Hell yes!! MACE! YEAH!
I don't know if I've ever admitted this, but I have an unnatural interest in t.v. car chases. Spike TV has GREAT car chase shows.
Oh damn. It's not a chase show. It's just a "heroic rescue" thing. Eff that.
Where was I?
Oh well.
You know when you're in a store and you see something you shouldn't buy, but you think "I'll just try it on"? But then you do, and suddenly you're wondering if it's possible to fall in love and have a future with an inanimate object? This is a rare occurence for me - I'm not a big shopper, and I buy clothes when I need them, not so much when I want them. But I went to Target on my dinner break the other day and saw some jackets. I've been wearing the same jacket since the summer between sophomore and junior year, so I thought I'd take a look, see if I could find something good for cheap.
And I ended up buying a leather jacket. It all happened so fast. But I love it.
Needless to say, I broke the pact with myself not to spend a lot of money on myself before NY. So I'll be taking el cheapo bus both ways. That settles that.
So there you go. A whole lot of babble that hardly concerns any of the contemplative thoughts I'm having that I referred to before.
Finally, has anyone seen the Skittles commercial with the ridiculously creepy ass operatic bunny??? Because I just did, and that shit's gonna give me some nightmares, to be sure.
I do.
Steph and I got pedicures today. It was really great. After getting slammed at work Friday and yesterday, I was sore and some pampering was certainly called for. Plus, my toenails are a beautiful dark auburn color now, suitable for fall I think, and I'm deriving a delightful amount of girlie satisfaction from it.
Though one thing: the massage chair was fantastic and all, and I even appreciated the butt massagers (hey, I stand/run around all day at work, my butt gets sore and I think that's perfectly natural), but.... what was with the strange middle-of-the-ass massager?? Like, an enema massager. Steph looked at me at one point and just said, "Does your chair have the butt thing, too?" "Yeah." And then we both kind of had a moment where we both furrowed our brows and pondered. I just didn't understand how that was theraputic. Maybe the ass crack massaging isn't for me. Maybe it's totally normal. Could just be me.
I started playing AOL's "Gold Rush" game tonight. It's terribly addictive. I think I need a fix right now.
For all my infinite wisdom (settle down, I'm only half joking), I'm still not very good at figuring out where the line between being a good, supportive friend and telling my honest opinion is. It doesn't happen a lot, but every now and then I need to work it out and....
A CAR CHASE!!!! Thank you late night WGN! That's right, bash that bitch's window in with the butt of your gun, officer!! Hell yes!! MACE! YEAH!
I don't know if I've ever admitted this, but I have an unnatural interest in t.v. car chases. Spike TV has GREAT car chase shows.
Oh damn. It's not a chase show. It's just a "heroic rescue" thing. Eff that.
Where was I?
Oh well.
You know when you're in a store and you see something you shouldn't buy, but you think "I'll just try it on"? But then you do, and suddenly you're wondering if it's possible to fall in love and have a future with an inanimate object? This is a rare occurence for me - I'm not a big shopper, and I buy clothes when I need them, not so much when I want them. But I went to Target on my dinner break the other day and saw some jackets. I've been wearing the same jacket since the summer between sophomore and junior year, so I thought I'd take a look, see if I could find something good for cheap.
And I ended up buying a leather jacket. It all happened so fast. But I love it.
Needless to say, I broke the pact with myself not to spend a lot of money on myself before NY. So I'll be taking el cheapo bus both ways. That settles that.
So there you go. A whole lot of babble that hardly concerns any of the contemplative thoughts I'm having that I referred to before.
Finally, has anyone seen the Skittles commercial with the ridiculously creepy ass operatic bunny??? Because I just did, and that shit's gonna give me some nightmares, to be sure.