Oh cool.

Thank goodness it's Gibson-free; that means I can watch it with a clean conscience.

We have had a bunch of Emergency Alert System notices tonight about flash flood warnings all around us. The last part of the verbal alert? "Don't drown". Ya think?

The shower I use the most in San Diego spots up something terrible and I got told off for not keeping it clean. I can't recall what product I used to clean it. But I also bought a plastic wiper thing and use that after every shower and it's stayed awesome. But you'll probably want a pro to do the initial cleaning.

Okay, I'm not going to say where I got this, for reasons (what up, tumblr dash!), but: [link] -- I naively originally imagined that this was for women who weren't giving off the right vadge smells, because I don't want to think of men buying vulva (ORIGINAL) spray so they can huff it before a date.

Because that second thing--that's disturbing.

The link is neither safe for work nor English teachers.

Went out for dinner for the THIRD time this week. My budget doesn't like this, but it's an uncommon thing. Jennifers were playing at Golden West, and Joe promised me they were the first act so I'd be able to see them before I turned into a pumpkin. Which, they were 45 minutes late in starting, but good company, good food and ultimately good music. I just cannot handle live music that starts at midnight. I hadn't seen the Jennifers in a bit cause they play such late gigs.

Early morning market tomorrow. I'm solo, so might actually try to be there and gone by 8 before it gets Too Damned Hot.

Sarameg, me, too. In my defense, I really didn't want to come home and deal with getting food when my apartment was this hot. But I will have to be frugal for a bit to make up for it.

For me, it's just been social stuff. I actually find it easier to come home and throw something together than to eat out. I'm a very low maintenance eater. I've eaten out more since moving here that probably ever (if you don't count my A&W burger Fridays back at the old place. That was nostalgia.) Just three not-to-be-missed opportunities this week.

I eat out all the time, between traveling and not wanting to buy food because I'm only home two days, and whatnot.

Ooh, I remember the fun time of showering a mud bath off and from and crevices and...it was a very cool spa, but WTF are mud baths even for, more than where the corpse is always left?

Hah! I remember being in the mud baths with Spacemom (what ever happened to her??) and I was somehow expecting it to be fun and fascinating and instead it was being covered in hot wet dirt and I was grossed out.

I thought the mud bath part was fine, but when came to so fresh and so clean clean time...(thank you, Outkast, for an eternal anthem of scrubbing) It was not an experience you could share anymore. Private time.

I was talking about Joey D a couple weeks ago...whatever happened to him? Imagine, if msbelle had turned left instead of right (Doctor Who ref) he could be Mac's daddy.

Awwww.