Am now home from work via the swanky mall, where I bought books 2-8 of
From Eroica With Love.
Having bought book 9 yesterday. (It's set in Egypt! If I was only going to buy one, it had to be that one.)
God. It's like candy-coated crack. It's like
James Bond
meets
Velvet Goldmine.
With a dash of
The Avengers.
Gah.
....man, I know my weaknesses, and I was damned if any other bugger was going to go back and buy the books before I did. So, er, yeah. Bought the lot. And then bought a chocolate raspberry mousse cake thingy. And am now blissing out. And wondering if the 'blood' will ever come off my hands from today's costume extravaganza.
Maybe I should have gone as Lady Macbeth.
Maybe I should have gone as Lady Macbeth.
There's nothing to keep you from spending tomorrow muttering "Who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?"
a roof . . . er . . . guy.
Roof rogue?
The Bay Area is blanketed in fog. Blanketed.
Maybe I should have gone as Lady Macbeth.
Just don't go dashing any of the kids' heads against walls or anything...
Dear Britney Spears -
I know that you have done some things to earn your $700k MONTHLY income. And if I had the resources, I would probably spend $16k a month on clothes cause hey - I'm materialistic and I like shopping and looking good.
So, I'm not dogging you.
But can ya give a sister $400 to spend at Old Navy? Please?
Love and Prada -
Aims
If it's any consolation, Aimée, Britney is going to lose all her money, eventually.
It's not, really cause how much would it suck to have all that money and then lose it simply for being a dumbass? Talk about self-recrimination, ya know?
Married life does appear to have it's benefits.
First and foremost is never. having. to. date. again.
(Thats my resistance to polyamory, actually. Dear GOD why would you want to keep putting yourself through that?)
