April 14, 2002 :: 3:44 p.m.
this will be a casual-dress ceremony
Google search o' the moment: "cat pulls hair out." Why? Seriously. I can understand searching for that, if, say, your cat has a tendency to pull its own and/or your hair out, but why would you visit a diary that came up in the results? It's unlikely that you'll find any answers here, buddies.
Yeah. In other news... well, there isn't much other news. I went over to Adam's this morning. We basically took a nap together, which sounds really pointless but in actuality is a wonderful thing. Then I took him to work, and stopped at Hot Topic on my way home to see if they had any nose rings. They didn't. They had the baby horseshoes that I want, but each one is $25 - pish. They're only 12 bucks each at Sally Beauty Supply. I can't get them now, though, because I'm irresponsible with money and have very little left. Already. While at Hot Topic, I was seduced by fun underwear and pins... two Happy Bunny pins, to be specific. The underwear are almost more fun than The Best Underwear Ever (tm), so imagine if you will the puddle of drool that I left in front of their rack. They're cut sort of like Underoos, and they've got bunnies in spaceships with laser guns all over them. Woo! They came with a tank top with the bunny on it, too. There was a monkey set, too, and I would have bought them both had my frivolous purchasing demon won out, but luckily I managed to eek out a bit of self-control at the last minute. It was a fierce battle though. Really.
I also went to the grocery store, because I needed food. Vegetable egg rolls and veggie burgers and fat-free pringles and slim-fast bars (I'm a sucker for any meal replacement that tastes like a candy bar - yum). So that was fun. I'm trying to decide what to have for dinner as I write this: Lasagna or a veggie burger? Soup? Hmm. I love food. Food is great. I'd marry food. I mean, I'd get to marry the cake and then eat it. And then find another one and repeat the whole process. Yuuum.
I'm going to work on some layouts. Cheers.
edited 7:21 p.m. Okay. So I just took my new fun undies and tank top out of their package and tried them on. The underwear are, in fact, fantastic and too happy for words. However, the tank top is another story. Why in god's name must all female tops be so short??? Contrary to popular belief, there are a few of us who don't wish to share our stomachs with the world. And I got a large! Jesus, a small would probably end two inches above my nipples. Argh. Stupid LARGE tank top that's not large at all. I should sue you for false advertising, you blasted piece of underfed drapery.
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