Wesley ,'Chosen'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I am clearly an overly sentimental sap. I says "I love you" and mean it. And save all sorts of sappy, lovey notes from my little girl too.
I should be cursing Plei right now for that nailgal site. I now covet Nubar Wildlife and Nubar Peacock Feathers like whoa. And I just bought new colors and don't need more right now. But the coveting...
Oh, Burrell, Nubar does the best duochromes.
Peacock Feathers is the color I wear when I need random people to tell my nails are just gorgeous. And Wildlife is just ... it was my birthday present from Plei and I squealed for days. It's fantastic. I love that color.
::whimper::
Yeah, I am going to have to watch this one tonight.
And now I have
SO MUCH LOVE
Maybe not SPN or WC levels of love, but close.
I'd ship Gabby/Gerard.
I had the tab open for the green Nubars all day long yesterday but managed somehow not to buy any.
I have not seen Iron Man or Sherlock Holmes; I'm absolutely, utterly that sad stereotypical mom who hasn't seen anything in the last year that wasn't animated. There are lots of grown-up movies over the last couple of years that I've wanted to see, and that I'm irked at having missed, but those are the two that really kill me.
Timelies all!
Went to see Jonathan Coulton with Paul & Storm last night at the Birchmere. Great show, as always, and saw a number of people we know there. (Not a surprise, given JoCo's audience and our social circles...)
I loved Iron man and Sherlock Holmes. I haven't watched the previews of IM2, but I'm definitely planning to see it in the theater when it's released.
In other news, my garden's alive! Messy, but alive!
It is disgusting outside here in nyc. But we made it to the y and mac is seemingly doing well with ipod that we loaded with some new songs.
Jesse, in grade school my mom always wrote me notes on my banana. Then everyone at the table would pass it around to read it, which resulted in me getting a sad, bruised banana back.
By the time I was 12 or 13, she would write things like "I love Duran Duran!" on the banana, which just cemented her rep as the cool mom. (Among my friends, I mean; there was NO WAY that I could consider my own mom cool. I think that's physically impossible at that age.)