1. I have finished my yuletide story. All beta'd and posted to the archive and everything. This is officially the earliest I've ever put the wrapping on my story and shoved it under the virtual tree. I feel really rather remarkably, well, virtuous. I mean, really ( Read more... )

Waking up Saturday morning and still being able to talk -- I regularly thrash my voice by talking too much during my Friday night Improv Workshop, which was canceled this year for reason of 'the instructor is so not in the physical place necessary for crawling around on the floor pretending to be a hermit crab' -- was a little bit surreal. Surreal ( Read more... )

Today, I am wearing black slacks, an olive green tank top, my orange fuzzy pumpkin sweater, and ribbon ballet flats from Target, which have all stripes on (and are very complementary to my orange and green and black-ocity). Plus, I'm having a good hair day, and I smell of pumpkin and candy corn, thanks to Rebecca's fantastic gift of BPAL Pumpkin ( Read more... )

( By now you know how insanely obsessive I can be. Click or don't click, but don't say I didn't warn you in advance, whatever you happen to do. )

Last night, I got home, and Naired the holy hell out of my legs. Nair is a fascinating thing. It's like mutagenic ooze for girls. It smells sort of like cheap candy and baby oil, it's pink (or pastel blue, or pastel green) and slimy, and we're supposed to smear it all over ourselves, despite the fact that it burns our flesh. Nair is supposed to ( Read more... )

* All SFH pre-orders have been signed and numbered and designated for either mail or hand-delivery, depending on circumstances. All those individuals who haven't paid me yet -- under twenty, which doesn't suck, although honestly, that's more than I was hoping for -- have been contacted, and about half of them have gotten back to us to arrange ( Read more... )

Today is a big day -- my CDs are finally arriving! -- and so this morning, I took the time to dress in the most calming, comforting clothing I could find. Some people feel more prepared to face the world and its many challenges when they're wearing Armani or Prada. I feel more prepared to face the world and its inevitable zombie apocalypse when I ( Read more... )

We're having a meet-and-sniff tonight -- many people come together for the shared love of things which smell interesting, pour them on themselves, and generally have a party -- and so I've packed as much of my BPAL as could be easily located and brought it along. (I can't find my 5ml bottle of Trick or Treat. This distresses me.) This means that ( Read more... )

Two of the new BPAL scents:

Herbert West. 'Aftershave, embalming fluid, and splatterings from a panoply of reanimation reagents.'

Poisoned Apple. 'A perfect, lovely, gleaming red apple whose sweetness masks a swirl of narcotic opium, oleander, and hemlock.'

mayir says they have someone assigned to watch my journal. I begin to suspect this may be ( Read more... )

Last night, I drew a very, very hot bath, with pumpkin-scented bubble bath. I then proceeded to shave my legs using vanilla shaving foam, scrub myself with a pumpkin pie sugar scrub, and liberally apply vanilla-scented body butter (after drying off). I did not have to buy anything special for this experience; it was all in my bathroom, waiting ( Read more... )