ho, hum . . . (mmmmm-hhmmmm hhhmmm . . . .)
What to say today? Well, it's election day. Yep, that day when we all go out and try to decipher which devil is the lesser of two evils. i just dunno. So far have either of them done anything but chase their own tails and tried to sell you a load of shit they thought you wanted? i know who i want to vote against, but i will not vote for either of them. i guess someone, somewhere won't care as either way it's a vote and it tallies on one side or the other.
If elections remind you of government, and that, in turn, reminds you of conspiracies and then you need a good dose of paranoia, try eNvAsIoN! Yes, the site i have shamefully neglected, but i think i have a great story to put up there about alternative fuels and the conspiracy to keep them down. Look for it soon. (and yes, i am the one TERRIFIED of manhole covers)
Have you ever had just a day so generally crappy that you find yourself wandering, slowly, dazed and defenseless, at Wal-Mart? There was nothing really BAD about the day in particular (other than the whole "riding the bitch train" thing this week) and i don't know how i got there, but there i was, in the makeup section, fondling Bonnie Bell's little tiny glitter gel and flavored lip gloss pots. I got Roni some blue glitter for getting 4 stamps in one week on her calendar (she talks too much and gets notes home often) and some pretty silver & purple iridescent lip gloss for me. And i FINALLY found my favorite lipstick! "Black Orchid". It really kicks ass. Really. Then i wandered about looking for hair removal products. i really hate shaving. Back in highschool, i would actually sit with a pair of tweezers and pull out every hair on both of my legs. It really hurt a lot. i kinda liked that. So, here i am wondering if they carry the Epilady (do you remember the Epilady? i thought it was the greatest thing ever thought of, but it apparently didn't go over too well 'cause they didn't have any and then i realized that i have not seen or heard of it in YEARS! Shows how attentive i am . . . oh, and, ah, Liv, Tish & Pat ~ "Pubic Epilady! mmmwwaaaahahahahahahahahaaa!") Next i looked for waxes and stuff ~ nope! (fuckin' LOSERS!) There was only ONE type of Nair. i had an adventure with Nair a few months ago. i think i'll pass on the Nair. i had almost bought an electric wet/dry razor when i saw it . . . the leg buffer thingy! What you do is "BUFF" the hair off you legs with some really fine sandpaper! It was so cool! i bought it and eagerly ran home to buff all the hair off my legs with very fine sandpaper. It hurts a little and still leaves the little spiky shit. That is the worst, the little spiky shit. It's like razors lying in wait in your candy bowl. So, i will be shaving once my skin grows back.
Have you ever met such a screwed up person as i? Let me know if you have, i would be utterly fascinated, i promise. i set myself apart in so many ways, but i compulsivly touch people. Go figure. i usually do ok in resisting the compulsion, but it is worse now than usual so i have spent most of the day giving all my co-workers backrubs. It's so funny ~ they think i'm so sweet! i was driving along with a friend of mine the other day and i just wanted so badly to grab his hand and just trace his fingers. i really was going crazy just trying to concentrate on the conversation. Most of my really close friends are used to this total disregard for personal space and boundries, but when i totally forget myself with a stranger, they get the wrong impression. Yeah, this is just what i need . . . coming from the same girl who once said, "i LOVE your clothes! Take them off." i can understand how even some people who KNOW me get the wrong impression. Judging from the two whole definitions (and my bro's insane ramblings) of "whore" i may or may not be one, so i will wait. Wait and see if anyone else has an opinion . . . . on whores . . . ~{@ ~{@ ~{@ ~{@ ~{@ ~{@ ~{@ ~{@ ~{@ ~{@ ~{@ ~{@ ~{@ ~{@ ~{@ ~{@ ~{@ ~{@ ~{@
oh it's opening time down on fascination street
so let's cut the conversation and get out for a
bit because i feel it all fading and paling and i'm
begging to drag you down with me to kick the
last nail in yeah i like you in that like i like you
to scream but if you open your mouth then i
cant be responsible for quite what goes in or
to care what comes out so just pull on your hair
just pull on your pout and let's move to the beat
like we know that it's over if you slip going
under slip over my shoulder so just pull on your
face just pull on your feet and let's hit opening
time down on fascination street
so pull on your hair pull on your pout cut the
conversation just open your mouth pull on your
face pull on your feet and let's hit opening time
down on fascination street
Fascination Street by The Cure
confessed on 2000-11-07