January 07, 2003 :: 1:40 a.m.
the desire for vegetable bouquets is a strange thing
Under the influence of god knows what, I painted my nails bright red while watching Buffy tonight. And now I want it gone, but I don't have any nail polish remover. A few months ago I would have raided my parents' bathroom cabinets, but now that my mom is absent that would be kind of fruitless. It's not like my dad's got polish remover sitting around or anything. Silver polish and rust remover, yes, but nothing of the Sally Hansen variety. His stuff is equally smelly, though.
Speaking of Buffy, even though I really wasn't - new episode tomorrow night. Tonight, rather, since it's after midnight. I'm excited. You'd be excited too, if you had even a teaspoon of brains and anything resembling good taste. I think I'm going to be watching it with Adam, at his mom's house, because a)he likes the show, and b)I have no TV of my own on which to watch it. That situation works out rather well, what with the Buffy-watching and the being with Adam going on all at the same time. Heh. We hung out at his house this afternoon/evening, which was a good time. We made pizza, and cupcakes. I was having a craving, and... well, do you have any idea how hard it is to buy a single cupcake? It's really fucking hard, at least around here. So we made with the baking, and now I am the proud (and somewhat guilty-feeling) owner of about 10 yummy, chocolate-frosted cupcakes. He kept the six or seven for his own snacking enjoyment; I got more because he's the only one who'll eat them at his house. I've got my dad, who will probably eat a few, and Mason, who should legally chance his name to Hoover. And myself, of course. I shouldn't eat them, but I know I will. Damn this infernal lack of self-control and willpower!
Ahem. Anyway - season three of Buffy contains much Faith. Faith makes me want to wear leather pants and red lipstick and grow my hair out again. In turn, the thought of how much weight I'd have to lose to look any kind of decent in leather pants makes me want to abstain from food that I can't drink through a straw and run until my lungs are cold and possibly decorate my house with vegetable bouquets and pictures of the food pyramid. But it's all a moot point, in the end, because I wouldn't wear leather pants. It's the skinned cow thing that turns me off, you understand. And even if I turned to pleather pants to satisfy my tawdry urges, I'm too short to look anything but strange in them. So... never mind, then. I'll get back to this when I lose half of my body weight and grow about five inches.
A vegetable bouquet looks like this, in case you were wondering. I got some recipe cards in the mail today, much to my delight. I love those things. They're such a nice addition to my cookbook collection. And hey - free. You can't go wrong with free.
Well, I must hit the sheets. It's still kind of early, but Adam and I are going to LVC tomorrow around noon to pick up our book lists. Which means that I have to be up before noon. Hence the (relatively) early to bed theme.
'Night.
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