Willow ,'The Killer In Me'
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.
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.
And going even further back, apparently Colin's out with a university friend of ours, and he's citing said friend and "secret love for me"
Dude, everyone loved me back in the day. What about this one stands out? And how far from my house is he now?
Vichy showers, that's what they're called. I've not had one, but if I had more cheddar, I would totes blows a bundle at spas. But I LOVE me a good steam followed by a massage (then a shower with peppermint gel, OMG Eureka Springs, Arkansas, YOU ARE AWESOME.)
But I am a whore for hot tubs. I don't care, I am a WHORE. I love them.
I spent two hours alone at the local pool, which has a nice adults-only pool, slounging on a floatie and reading trashy mags, and then my friends were in town vacaing/car shopping, and they were at a casino. So I went out with a few other friends and hung out. Man, the shower in their room was AWESOME --looking, I didn't use it, yo.
And y'all know too much about my salt/sugar scrub obsession.
Why am I not wealthy again? Although I improvise well.
For those not on FB, I'm pretty sure I was mistaken for a hooker a couple of times at the casino. SCORE! And I wasn't even that slutty, but my, er, hooker-heels were high and I don't gamble (I'd rather spend money on books) so I would sit at a bar alone, smoking, on my phone, heels dangling and tits...kinda exposed, nothing major.
It was fun! And boy, do older Italian men, Latinos and black men LOOOOOVE me....
Aw, man. I forgot my bus ticket is for 11, and I didn't need to set my alarm so early. Zzzzzz.
sometimes I read natter for the things my life is missing
I had a fitful night and just woke up as the alarm shut off. So much for hitting the market before it got hot. OK, facing it now...
HA! le nubian, you made me laugh.
I should get my stuff together and go swim, but I'm scared today will be as much a fail as yesterday. New house, near the pool, though is good.
Last night there was either an alien invasion or DEA was searching for something. There was about 5 minutes of flyover at around 1:00 AM. It wasn't the usual LAPD helicopters, but louder, higher altitude flyovers. It was LOUD.
I did not go look.
We're gonna get a break from the heat!
At 4 PM today it's supposed to be 93 here. And at 8 PM it's supposed to be 76. That's quite a drop (and it's not caused by storms rolling through).
It wasn't the usual LAPD helicopters, but louder, higher altitude flyovers. It was LOUD.
Huh.
Generally, military choppers are much louder than civilian ones. That's how I can tell Obama's flying by without even looking up.
State police sound different than city, due to enclosed tail rotors. Ditto ambulance helos.
OK, the fact that my 78ish degree downstairs feels ICY after the market and I'm completely soaked through...it's not gonna be a pretty day. And it's only technically 90 out! Fuck...