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my new skin specialist at Sonya Dakar is named Cadet Korm.
i... kinda like that.
Cadet.
i'm still in love with my shea butter. i'd love to whip it with vitamin E essential oil, but 1. i'm lazy, and 2. i'm lazy.
but i do so love the way the unrefined butter just melts into my skin leaving me all velvety and soft. yay.
stupid men. you see what you're missing?!
i have got to force myself to mop the kitchen floor tonight.
i think i get to finally, finally! pick up my glasses. i can't even believe it. i may be able to see again. no more blurries. no more guessing at which side of the road is the correct side to drive. no more worrying about squashing some cute little kitten. yay.
i think Mom is going to make us go and put in job applications at various stores and such today. boo.
we're creative chicks. you'd think we'd be able to come up with a better way to make extra money.
she suggested turning a couple of tricks, but really, that's only appealing if the johns are going to be Richard Geres and the like.
instead, our johns would likely be Toothless Petes.
and that just wouldn't be right.
on MySpace, some guy named Toubob started sending messages to me that were all flowery and full of admiration and pretty words. so i wrote him back. lord only knows how he found me. he's an Orthodox Muslim. i um... yes, i am pretty sure this is going nowhere. but it's fun, anyway.
i... kinda like that.
Cadet.
i'm still in love with my shea butter. i'd love to whip it with vitamin E essential oil, but 1. i'm lazy, and 2. i'm lazy.
but i do so love the way the unrefined butter just melts into my skin leaving me all velvety and soft. yay.
stupid men. you see what you're missing?!
i have got to force myself to mop the kitchen floor tonight.
i think i get to finally, finally! pick up my glasses. i can't even believe it. i may be able to see again. no more blurries. no more guessing at which side of the road is the correct side to drive. no more worrying about squashing some cute little kitten. yay.
i think Mom is going to make us go and put in job applications at various stores and such today. boo.
we're creative chicks. you'd think we'd be able to come up with a better way to make extra money.
she suggested turning a couple of tricks, but really, that's only appealing if the johns are going to be Richard Geres and the like.
instead, our johns would likely be Toothless Petes.
and that just wouldn't be right.
on MySpace, some guy named Toubob started sending messages to me that were all flowery and full of admiration and pretty words. so i wrote him back. lord only knows how he found me. he's an Orthodox Muslim. i um... yes, i am pretty sure this is going nowhere. but it's fun, anyway.