I am consumer
I bought beautiful fabric and beaded! tassles to make sexy curtains and a tablecloth to go with the Showgirls poster in my kitchen. Which I am never going to have time to make anyway, even though there will not be another Tina concert in a loge with bountiful food and drink for a lil while at least. I have mah jongg and three I'm not even exaggerating critmas parties to go to this week. I have been making crazy catch up monkey sex. I realized I'm a masochist today what with this dog of mine and my fucking job, plus I'm a total suck so that's one more area where I think I love to suffer in life. Several people have told me just this weekend that they would die if they had to be me. I'm exhaust-ing & -ed. My brother bought me a buttload of clothes at Winners so I can be fashionable again. Today I also bought a set of silicone spatulas to smack and tickle my hellof itchy new tattoo and maybe make food with I guess if I ever feel so inclined. The owner of the theatre I hang around at sometimes to see my gorgeous man asked him where his dirty lil girl was this week. Nice.