I have to do work now. I don't wanna.

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but when you find that fit, I think it's very worth the money.

It really is. Sadly my rack has changed size in the past couple of years so I don't have that fit anymore, I just guess.

I should clean out my closet today. Toss out things I will never wear or that don't work.

Instead I made enchiladas.

Not that enchiladas proclude me from cleaning my closets. Sloth will take care of that just fine by itself.

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I have to work too. I have a project for a client due Monday. Go forth and work, vw. Inspire me.

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I'm listening to a Bio lecture. Go! Everyone should do work so I don't feel like such a loser.

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sorry - work is only for things that make me feel better. this is restoration weekend. sleep, books, tv, and good food are the important things. It is possible that the bedroom will get cleaned ( it looks way too much like a salvation army bin) but only if I feel like it.

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... grub.

Huh. All that antici....pation, just to know we ate food, rather than shoes or walls or lightbulbs. Oh well.

I'm not sure whether it was the Crown Prince - C seemed to think that there were lots of them, and this wasn't the Heir Apparent type guy, just one of a bunch of princes. Rich princes. Dripping with money. He was marrying an Egyptian lass, apparently - she lives in the States, I think, but her family are Egyptian. C understood that she was actually richer than him. Moreover this was the fifth Wedding Party they'd had, and C got on so well with the Prince's mum that he was invited to the sixth, despite being the plus-one of a girl who'd forgotten to RSVP.

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How sad is it that I had 20% off coupons and a 15% discount card on a day that Marshall Field's was having a 13 hour sale and I couldn't find one single thing to buy? I want to go to Fay's second hand market, by damn! I'm sure I could have found something there.

ION, I put in 5 hours of overtime, today. I'm not doing nada for the rest of the day. Therefore, vw, you will sound like a veritable busy little beaver next to me.

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Fay!

That's the sound of my being envious. I am not enamoured of fancy ringtones usually, but I'd love this one. Or the Wallace and Gromit theme. I'd love that one too.

It's pretty easy, if your phone can connect to a computer, and if the person doing the tone making reads the specs for your phone first. Not that anyone forgot to do that last night, od course.

My phone is cheap and connects not, so I just have the stock tones.

Now we just need to get Pete his very own theme.

And now for Why Bras Trump Shoes In Event of Money.

Here's the thing about shoes: if you're just getting a pair of Attractive Yet Functional Shoes, the thrift stores are littered with Attractive, Functional, Barely Worn shoes in all shapes and sizes. If you want a little more upscale, you can hit consignment shops, the Rack, or Nordies when they have big shoe close outs.

The shoes I have in rotation right now cost me $10 (new at Metro, pleather, but cute and have lasted me two years), $3 or $4 (used at Value Village, spruced up with a coat of polish, nice Born walking mules), and $35 (Doc Mary Janes, new at the Rack, two years ago) respectively. If I could find the other pair of Doc Mary Janes (used from a friend who sells on eBay for a living), I'd take the $35 ones out of rotation and put the $5 (I think) ones back in.

And I have hard to fit bitchy feet, as those who were kind enough to read my Shoe Angst of the summer may recall.

Bras, on the other hand, are NOT something you find in good shape at Goodwill. Shoes can be fixed up with a bit of polish and a trip to the cobbler.

Bras cannot.

Sure, in theory, they're not something a casual viewer will spot, but a good bra is as essential as breathing.

Bras, unlike shoes, have the power to make you look a good ten pounds lighter (and perhaps even ten years younger) just by getting a proper fit.

Bras can prevent back pain.

Bras can get you free drinks.

Bras can, in a pinch, lead to world peace, harmony, and cold fusion.

In short, go bra! Choose bra!

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boo for pushy stallholder blokes who don't realise that the best way to get my money is to shut the hell up and back off, rather than being Sleazy Hard Sell Guy

that. makes. me. bats.

Dallas and I just got back from over an hour at the park. I always have to drag myself over there and then end up loving it. I wonder if I will ever catch on.

Cass, did you like Once More With Feeling ?

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they're not something a casual viewer will spot, but a good bra is as essential as breathing.

The casual viewer mightn't know what they've spotted, but they'll spot.

Someone once pointed out to me that a 10$ top over a 50$ bra will look better than a 50$ top over a 10$ bra. She wasn't lying.

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