How about a movie, Hil?
Oz ,'First Date'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
There's not really anything playing around here that I want to see.
I vote go to the local humane society! I am an enabler.
I vote go to the local humane society! I am an enabler.
They're only open until 4.
Any local theater or music venues you could check out?
Any local theater or music venues you could check out?
Not really. There are just a few places, and none of them are showing anything I'm interested in tonight.
In today's random learning-to-be-a-girl news, mascara is weird. It's very strange to see your eyelashes, all flapping around right there by your eyes.
Also? I totally smudged my nail polish while putting on mascara. I didn't even mean to make up. I just got my new polish from Zoya (Manon) and it's supposed to match with this lip balm (Sweet Tart) and it totally does in the containers, but not really on me. But anyway, in finding that out, I ended up practicing with all the new makeup I got. And yeah, mascara, weird.
This also relates to learning-to-be-a-girl-ness:
Tim was in the other room, with 1 high heel on the dining room table, and a measuring tape, measuring the heel. "Huh," I hear him say.
"What?"
"These are really hard to walk in, but they're only 5 1/2 inches."
Yeah. "ONLY," he says. I live with a crazy man.
When in doubt: delivery, a nice hot soak, and a cuppa
I really need Tim to teach me.
Now my mascara'd lashes are hitting my glasses. I think it's bathtime for bonzo to wash all this off.
Also, I think I'm done with work for the day. I'm pretty happy with what I got done. I think if I can finish it tomorrow I'll be in pretty good shape.