A&F Woods (or Date Rape) was *the* scent for guys in high school. I used to walk in there and take a deep whiff any time I was at the mall. Now, NSM.
Natter 64: Yes, we still need you
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.
My mother asked me to pick up some Anais Anais for her for this weekend. Luckily she changed her mind, so I don't have to venture near a perfume section. Of course, my mother has no sense of smell, so I could have filled the bottle with water. But she still wears and uses scented stuff.
Zimmer, but you'd think he knew more than one theme.
I don't have a good ear, but I would swear he didn't bother to write anything new for the sequels.
&F smells like date rape and beer. Or at least the scent that they blast from their stores does. I doubt that they would name their cologne that, but that's what it smells like to me.
Maybe American Apparel will take up the challenge.
Am I a dork because I still have a relationship with my realtor? I liked her a lot, even as she's so....Dallas, (TX and NM will get this) which I wouldn't think I'd have much in common with. But...she's so nice. And fun. And she got me this house! And gets so tickled when I tell her about house stuff, and still has good suggestions. eta: and no need to offer them , she made her commission.
When do you go to NO, ita?
except I think we are screaming GO DUCKS! I mean, yeah, I'm from Ohio but I like the Ducks for no rational reason.
You're doing it so I don't have to? I mean, I am thinking it but screaming it would entail figuring out which game they are playing and when that is and then cheering for them at that time. This way is easier. For me.
When do you go to NO, ita?
Friday, Burrell.
I'm still friends with my realtor! Except that I was friends with her before she was my realtor and her husband was my builder. But I don't think it's weird. My parents are friends with their realtor and they didn't know her beforehand.
(And Cass: Rosebowl, New Year's Day, 1:30 PST. But Kat can cheer for you. Hee.)
Dude. Buffistas are the BEST friends. Also, my mother may be the best mother.
In town for maybe two days to pack up my late stepfather's house, sitting down and waiting for my mother to finish my birthday dinner, I hear the doorbell ring, and I can has vwbug, MiracleMan, Aims, and the mini-Empress. Who gets a surprise party on their 30-mumbleth birthday?
That's AWESOME
happy Birthday!