I am getting really, really tired of this new me, who cannot talk about anything but the baby and the financial strangulation. What happened to asses-and-corsets-and-literature me?
She had a baby. She'll get over it*.
* For all versions of your life has totally changed but soon you will also find that you are into the asses, corsets and occasionally literature again. Cause you are cool like that.
I'm tempting myself by reading the TJ's holiday flyer
I was just there after work today, and man, all the holiday stuff looks YUM. They have Trader Jo-Jo's cookies (TJs' version of Oreos, for those not familiar with the mecca of YUM) that have *peppermint*!!!
I managed to not get them, due to my extreme resolve to stop eating so much sugar. But I don't know if I'll be able to resist all season long.
I'm going in for an epidural injection tomorrow afternoon.
Man, throw in a little rectal surgery, and it's your best day ever!
Okay, seriously. My back sends ~ma to yours.
OK, so this woman had her hait cut. Then she used some of her cut hair for eyelashes. Seriously, this woman's eyelashes go down to her neck.
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eta: Oops - I meant this for Natter. Oh well - it can stay here....
t shudders at tommy's link
I just got a Levenger catalog, which included the information that there's a Levenger store opening nearby sometime in December. This will be so horrible for my bank account. (At least it's not easily metro-accessible.)
Also, new skating rink! Real rink! Right by a metro! In Ballston, which is on the same metro line as I am!
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OK, so this woman had her hait cut. Then she used some of her cut hair for eyelashes. Seriously, this woman's eyelashes go down to her neck.
And we wonder why all the innovative horror movies are coming out of Japan these days.
Hec, do you prefer short-haired hair gloves?
Hec, do you prefer short-haired hair gloves?
Blecch. I don't care about the hair once it's off the person. That's a whole different kink.
Ok, I don't know which is making me more nauseated: The gross long eyelashes of great and wondrous wrongness, or Stephen's bosses.
Anyway, much Great New Job~ma to him.
Ow. Lower part of my back just started itching like whoa. Like, I want to draw blood scratching whoa. Slathered some script cortisone cream all over. Not amused.