Also, I am not a hairdresser or aesthetician, but perhaps should have been. So grain o' salt me.
Excuse me? Who gave you permission to exist?
Cordelia ,'Beneath You'
Natter 32 Flavors and Then Some
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Allyson - Feb 20, 2005 1:29:18 pm PST #9329 of 10002
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
Lee - Feb 20, 2005 1:31:03 pm PST #9330 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Is it sad that I am enjoying my day o' nothingness enough that I almost don't want to have to leave the house for my massage?
§ ita § - Feb 20, 2005 1:38:04 pm PST #9331 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Your guesses sound like mine, Allyson. So I'll keep on keeping on.
I'm also going to try going without shampoo in general. Just condition (no -cones) and rinse.
Lee, you're the laziest ever.
Scrappy - Feb 20, 2005 1:38:23 pm PST #9332 of 10002
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Not sad, it's nice, Lee. I am happy because I had a productive weekend. Bought new underwear at Target, refilled prescriptions, visited friends I haven't seen in months, saw two movies, did laundry, and am now off to clean the bathroom. I enjoy feeling like I am getting ahead of all the little tasks which can pile up and become overwhelming. Little accomplishments are sometimes more satisfying than big ones, I find.
Kristen - Feb 20, 2005 1:41:14 pm PST #9333 of 10002
Is it sad that I am enjoying my day o' nothingness enough that I almost don't want to have to leave the house for my massage?
I don't think it's sad. I do think it might be a sign that you need some more days o' nothingness.
P.M. Marc - Feb 20, 2005 1:51:58 pm PST #9334 of 10002
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
I'm also going to try going without shampoo in general. Just condition (no -cones) and rinse.
Wise move. I do that sometimes if I'm not using product at all. If I'm using product, however, shampoo becomes a needed step.
I'm down with the no -cones part. It is, however, a major pain in the ass to find things without them.
Lee - Feb 20, 2005 1:54:46 pm PST #9335 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Lee, you're the laziest ever.
I keep saying this, and yet, no one believes me.
On the other hand, BW has nice hot tubs, so I might be able to get warm.
I don't think it's sad. I do think it might be a sign that you need some more days o' nothingness.
Believe it or bot, I'm working on this part.
Thomash - Feb 20, 2005 1:57:26 pm PST #9336 of 10002
I have a plan.
You know, life IS like a box of chocolates. You don't know what your gonna get.
Well, except chocolate.
Mmmm, chocolate... I need some.
-t - Feb 20, 2005 1:59:57 pm PST #9337 of 10002
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Meyer lemons are sweeter than standard lemons. I substitute with Meyer at will with no ill effects.
§ ita § - Feb 20, 2005 2:33:33 pm PST #9338 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
It is, however, a major pain in the ass to find things without them.
I'm going with Lush to accomplish this. Which means I actually should go to Lush. Right. Maybe tomorrow.
If I'm using product, however, shampoo becomes a needed step.
The one product I use daily is the Aveda (anti?) humectant. It's very light, and I can't see it leaving much in the way of residue.
Thanks, -t. I hope I have enough for both lemon cake and lemon squares. They also had Persian sweet lemons, and the one I tasted was kinda gross. They'd not sweetened a lemon, exactly, just taken out the punchy tart bits.
For the record, West LA has the lamest farmers market ever. But good tamales. And I don't even like tamales. I need to find where the Santa Monica one went.