It's not Friday, but it is a list post.
1. I spent all of yesterday evening naked under a sheet, being stroked and smoothed by another woman... god, I love having a friend who's a massage therapist. For the price of pesto pasta and ice cream, I got a wonderful full-body massage from Bridget. My back feels a whole lot less knotty. I'm surprised though-- the place I feel it most is in my calves. Mmm. Massages, one of my favorite things ever ever.
2. Breaking in new Docs hurts like a motherfucker, man. I don't have a whole lot of skin on my left heel at the moment. I do have three bandaids there, however. Ow.
3. Dear Starburst, the next time you stealthily switcheroo my favorite flavor with its evil twin, "Strawberry Ice," you best be more upfront about it. It tasted like someone spilled oven cleaner all over my fruity chewy goodness. I was mildly preturbed.
4. Apparently, I get paid for holidays. Whee. Which is about the only bright spot in my work life lately, as yesterday, my boss made a "joke" in extremely poor taste and then was kind of a bitch about it. I'm just tired of moving. I know I should move again, and soon, but I feel like I just got settled in here. I've got moving apathy.
5. My lunula pendant arrived safely. Man, it is teeny. It's the size of a quarter. I need to get a smaller leather cord for it than the kind I got. But still, I'm going to consecrate it this weekend while I'm out in nature. I can't wait.
6. My Sephora order arrived, too. I'll do a review of the products tomorrow, probably. I'm mostly pleased with everything. Mostly.
7. I'm going camping this weekend! Yay for that. I am woefully unprepared, though. I own no shorts. I'm short-a-phobic. I need to pick up a cheap pair from Target, I guess. Maybe a swimsuit, too, since I don't know if I still own one or not. I absolutely abhor swimsuit season. Yeah, I'm the type of chick who wears boxers into the water. Other than that... note to self: flip flops, sunscreen, hand sanitizer. The city girl's going camping!
In other news, is it 6 o'clock yet?
2. Breaking in new Docs hurts like a motherfucker, man. I don't have a whole lot of skin on my left heel at the moment. I do have three bandaids there, however. Ow.
3. Dear Starburst, the next time you stealthily switcheroo my favorite flavor with its evil twin, "Strawberry Ice," you best be more upfront about it. It tasted like someone spilled oven cleaner all over my fruity chewy goodness. I was mildly preturbed.
4. Apparently, I get paid for holidays. Whee. Which is about the only bright spot in my work life lately, as yesterday, my boss made a "joke" in extremely poor taste and then was kind of a bitch about it. I'm just tired of moving. I know I should move again, and soon, but I feel like I just got settled in here. I've got moving apathy.
5. My lunula pendant arrived safely. Man, it is teeny. It's the size of a quarter. I need to get a smaller leather cord for it than the kind I got. But still, I'm going to consecrate it this weekend while I'm out in nature. I can't wait.
6. My Sephora order arrived, too. I'll do a review of the products tomorrow, probably. I'm mostly pleased with everything. Mostly.
7. I'm going camping this weekend! Yay for that. I am woefully unprepared, though. I own no shorts. I'm short-a-phobic. I need to pick up a cheap pair from Target, I guess. Maybe a swimsuit, too, since I don't know if I still own one or not. I absolutely abhor swimsuit season. Yeah, I'm the type of chick who wears boxers into the water. Other than that... note to self: flip flops, sunscreen, hand sanitizer. The city girl's going camping!
In other news, is it 6 o'clock yet?