I think I want Thorlo socks. I haven't even googled them yet, but am easily led. [eta: Wow. Now been to the site and that's just evil, plus amusingly broken in Opera]
Just called sister of a girl I knew in prep school because my mother gave her stuff to bring for me. She wasn't expecting my call, so I blew her mind.
I'm trying to put myself in her shoes, and I think my head would be spinning a little bit. Funny though--I'm always surprised when people who weren't in my year remember my name. She did seem to know who I was.
I think I want Thorlo socks. I haven't even googled them yet, but am easily led.
Trust me, you want them. A lot.
Just browse through the different thickness and warmth options before you decide which style. Your comfy warm feet will thank me.
There was a story a while back in my hometown's paper about a guy who tried to rob the beauty school and got the shit beat out of him by women (and one guy) with brushes and hair dryers.
Here we are. [link]
I think I want Thorlo socks. I haven't even googled them yet, but am easily led.
Trust me, you want them. A lot.
Listen to Cass.
Pandora is so very cool. Thanks, Gud.
Daisy, that is a wonderful article. I was howling with righteous laughter all throughout.
I think I want Thorlo socks. I haven't even googled them yet, but am easily led.
They are Teh Bomb-Diggety. I have their running socks, and OMG my feet are so happy in them. Up until mile 10 or so. Then, there's nothing anyone can do.
I'm watching the featurette film from the first disk of NewsRadio.
Watching Phil Hartman makes me want to cry.
Looks like a strike is imminent. And plus I've changed my mind. I need these daily depositions to slow the fuck down. Go union!
I'm having a strange day. I think it's the conference this past weekend. The stress of it, The sort of half party half serious work atmosphere, not having an actual day off, not seeing Mr. Jane since last Thursday and the probability of not seeing him until this Wednesday and then leaving for home (which I also haven't seen since I started this job) Friday after work, having to work late all this week, so on and etc. is making me feel saddish and antsy.
This is also the first time I won't make it in time for the memorial/birthday celebration for Alex which is going to make me wicked depressed on Thursday.