I just wasted 20 minutes of my life humming to myself and desperately trying to recall lyrics because a commercial earwormed me with the melody of a sound-alike song without any of the words. Thankfully the sight of Angelina Jolie skydiving out of a plane made me realize the song in question was "Toxic."
'Bring On The Night'
Natter 65: Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft
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.
Crazy social day. One of my first friends in B'more was in town, so the original trio got together for a late lunch. Came home and got my swim in. Then it was off to meet my neighbors for what turned out to be $3 bottomless margaritas (I don't know it was intended that way, but that was what it came out to.) Fun. I really like these people.
And now Loki is neeeeeeedy.
It really helps to be able to try them.
It really does. I loved swatching colors and seeing what really worked.
I vote green nails. I often vote green nails.
Huh, I should redo my nails tonight.
I chose the wrong day to try on the dress I ordered for the wedding. Colors are all wrong, the cut is terrible and overall, I feel like a beached baby beluga.
Feh.
My toenails are green and my fingernails are purple. Well, except for one finger where the polish completely peeled off. I've never had that happen before. I need to repaint cause it looks odd.
I'm so tired of my eyes watering. So far the drops haven't helped, just made them water more.
I currently have nine green fingernails and one purple. Because it chipped a few hours after I painted and so I made it a different color.
Never mind, I'm not painting my nails. I'm lying on the couch under an electric blanket, and I'm too comfy.
I stripped off the green, cut and filed my fingernails (I'm typing with my fingertips and it feels weird!), conditioned my cuticles and sugar-scrubbed my hands. And then I applied an exciting new polish: a true-gold frost with microglitter. Except that on my skin tone it comes out sort of peachy, and much too close to, well, me. Disappointing.
I will wear it, however, till chips or tipwear become obvious.
Never mind, I'm not painting my nails.
Never Enough Shoes was chipping massively, so I stripped it off and replaced it with Shim-merry Chic.
And now a block yard sale is being organized. How the fuck did I get so lucky? I know I keep saying that, but had I envisioned a perfect hood, I wouldn't have come close to how awesome I find this. Regular police helicopters and all. I mean, really. This is like a Mayberry, with booze and singles.
Um, msbelle? I still have that chair of yours in the basement. I'd be happy to sell it there for you if this takes off, if it isn't already claimed.