The Spice of Life
Valentine's Day. A day of love, of romance. It's a day when people long to feel attractive. There is no danger of this for me. For darn it all, I'm pretty much irresistible. Why, you ask? Is this a sudden burst of conceit? A rush of confidence fueled by fabulous Valentines? Or is it the fact that my legs smell like Old Spice?
It's the Old Spice. I've got to be honest, I now understand why I love men ever so much. It's the shaving cream. It's so...strong. And now, in my life, it's everywhere. My jeans, my sweatpants, my sheets. Everywhere there's Old Spice. Strong enough for man, made for men, ...and on my legs. (Well technically it's comes off when I perform the actual shaving process but let's not be overly technical) It is the only smell that can cut through this bloody cold of mine. :)
In other news, the Self and Identity makes me question things. Or is that me? Is there a me? If looking for fascinating ideas, read Williams work on the self. Or we could just discuss it. Well we could always assuming there's a we...
My best friend makes me laugh. And dresses barns.
My roomie makes me want to write entries that say nothing but "yay!' And she steals stuff. I figure that with all her practice, she'll make the perfect partner in crime. I'm thinking grand heists-stealing whipped cream and TollHouse cookie dough from coast to coast.
Worth a Read for the Informed and Willing to Be a Bit Depressed as to the State of the World
On a happy note, my favorite pants have been repaired! And I have brand new awesome friends. So while my resolution for my senior years goes kaput, my happiness level has definitely risen. Who knew that was possible?
On possibilities- if anything is possible, is it possible that nothing is possible?
Happy Valentine's Day! Everyone enjoy your VD!
It's the Old Spice. I've got to be honest, I now understand why I love men ever so much. It's the shaving cream. It's so...strong. And now, in my life, it's everywhere. My jeans, my sweatpants, my sheets. Everywhere there's Old Spice. Strong enough for man, made for men, ...and on my legs. (Well technically it's comes off when I perform the actual shaving process but let's not be overly technical) It is the only smell that can cut through this bloody cold of mine. :)
In other news, the Self and Identity makes me question things. Or is that me? Is there a me? If looking for fascinating ideas, read Williams work on the self. Or we could just discuss it. Well we could always assuming there's a we...
My best friend makes me laugh. And dresses barns.
My roomie makes me want to write entries that say nothing but "yay!' And she steals stuff. I figure that with all her practice, she'll make the perfect partner in crime. I'm thinking grand heists-stealing whipped cream and TollHouse cookie dough from coast to coast.
Worth a Read for the Informed and Willing to Be a Bit Depressed as to the State of the World
On a happy note, my favorite pants have been repaired! And I have brand new awesome friends. So while my resolution for my senior years goes kaput, my happiness level has definitely risen. Who knew that was possible?
On possibilities- if anything is possible, is it possible that nothing is possible?
Happy Valentine's Day! Everyone enjoy your VD!