Monday, Monday.
-- I actually got a goodly amount of rest last night. I actually don't feel completely zombified right now. For a Monday, I'm in a strangely good mood. Maybe it's because healthwise, I feel much better today than I have in weeks. Yay for that.
-- As it turns out, Anna and I are not hanging out tonight, so I'm going to go home, finish writing my letters and postcards (most of which are done!), and watch the rest of Breakfast on Pluto with the subtitles on because dear God could I not understand those thick Irish accents with the terrible sound rendering.
-- I have a zit. On my cheek. It vexes me. We hateses it, preciousss.
-- Despite remaining completely sober for the evening, I had a good time at Yancy's birthday party this weekend, wearily crawling off to sleep a little past 4:30am. There was much talking to
shadowcaptain and scheming about going to Playa del Fuego, and also DRUNK TAROT! with ciretose. There was also a fabulous ice luge, I must say-- an anatomically correct woman. You poured the liquor into her thigh, and it ran down a rivulet in her torso. The liquor then came out her nipple. There are pictures of the luge that I will post later, because the it was absolutely a thing of beauty. It also had labia. Labia.
-- You know what two things I really like? Watching Angel in bed and getting backrubs. Yep. Also, I really need to buy Angel season 5. A lot of the episodes were way, way better than I remembered. Peepee! And of course, everybody knows that's Wesley's muffins!
-- Dear family members: if you do not have jobs, you should not whine about not going on fabulous cruise vacations, let alone be planning your second child. Don't got money? Don't have (another) kid. Seems simple to me.
-- Dear cutesy chicks: it's either your vagina (the inside part) or your vulva (the outside part). Please, for the love of God, stop referring to your genitalia as your "down there." It's so infantile that it makes me want to barf.
-- First Autumnal BPAL scent of the season!
-- As it turns out, Anna and I are not hanging out tonight, so I'm going to go home, finish writing my letters and postcards (most of which are done!), and watch the rest of Breakfast on Pluto with the subtitles on because dear God could I not understand those thick Irish accents with the terrible sound rendering.
-- I have a zit. On my cheek. It vexes me. We hateses it, preciousss.
-- Despite remaining completely sober for the evening, I had a good time at Yancy's birthday party this weekend, wearily crawling off to sleep a little past 4:30am. There was much talking to
shadowcaptain and scheming about going to Playa del Fuego, and also DRUNK TAROT! with ciretose. There was also a fabulous ice luge, I must say-- an anatomically correct woman. You poured the liquor into her thigh, and it ran down a rivulet in her torso. The liquor then came out her nipple. There are pictures of the luge that I will post later, because the it was absolutely a thing of beauty. It also had labia. Labia.-- You know what two things I really like? Watching Angel in bed and getting backrubs. Yep. Also, I really need to buy Angel season 5. A lot of the episodes were way, way better than I remembered. Peepee! And of course, everybody knows that's Wesley's muffins!
-- Dear family members: if you do not have jobs, you should not whine about not going on fabulous cruise vacations, let alone be planning your second child. Don't got money? Don't have (another) kid. Seems simple to me.
-- Dear cutesy chicks: it's either your vagina (the inside part) or your vulva (the outside part). Please, for the love of God, stop referring to your genitalia as your "down there." It's so infantile that it makes me want to barf.
-- First Autumnal BPAL scent of the season!
Harvest Moon 2006:: Harvest Moon is celebrated in almost every culture, and the bounty of the season is marked in a myriad of ways. Harvest Moon touches the Equinox, the festival of Janus, the culmination of Homowo, the "crying of the neck" in Cornwall, and the Women’s Festival of the Moon. This is a day that celebrates abundance and beauty, fertility and progress, and the light of this full moon blesses new undertakings and reunites lost loves. This Harvest Moon oil is a merging of autumnal scents from all over the globe: chrysanthemum, pomegranate, cane sugar and dusty wheat, sorghum, green tea leaf, rice flower and rice milk, Russian sage, bamboo shoot, elderberry, black cherry, wild plum, red haw, hazelnut, red apple and shagbark hickory.