Monday, September 08, 2008
Good people/bad people (guess which one I am)
When I arrived home this morning I was surprised to find a package waiting for me. I haven't ordered anything in ages and there are no holidays in the near future (my birthday, the most important of them all, is still a good two months away!)
I seems that I know some great people!
Earlier this week I was chatting with one of my online friends. We were discussing the arrival of autumn (yea!) and I was lamenting the fact that last spring I ran out of my favorite salt scrub only to learn that the manufacturer had discontinued it (boo!)
Next to a hottie to snuggle under the covers with, the best thing on a cold morning is a hot shower to start the day. The scrub was heavenly. It smelled of tangerines and, more importantly, it warmed up as it was massaged into the skin. Mmmm… energizing citrus scent, softer skin and extra heat. What more could I ask for in a jar? So, of course, the bastards discontinued it.
Well, it seems that my girl has some connections. I got not one, not two but FOUR jars of the stuff. Big jars. Enough to keep me toasty warm and silky smooth for years.
Lucky me!
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On an completely unrelated note, I love when people eavesdrop on a conversation and then get upset about what they overhear. [Amanda, stop reading now. Really.]
Friday is the '80s Zombie Prom. I am going with two couples. One is planning on going as car accident victims. The other is doing a murder/suicide (gunshot to the head and hanging). Damn! That fucked with my idea of being the girl who hung herself because her date didn't show up. Then I came up with it. My perfect idea. One so sick and twisted that it may even win me the costume contest. [Seriously Amanda, you should not be here!] Bloody thighs and zombie baby with a coat hanger around its neck. I am the D-I-Y abortion gone wrong.
People who overheard me talking about blackening the baby's eyes, smearing blood all over it and carrying it around by the leg were not amused. Oh well! Fortunately for me, I don't give a damn.
I seems that I know some great people!
Earlier this week I was chatting with one of my online friends. We were discussing the arrival of autumn (yea!) and I was lamenting the fact that last spring I ran out of my favorite salt scrub only to learn that the manufacturer had discontinued it (boo!)
Next to a hottie to snuggle under the covers with, the best thing on a cold morning is a hot shower to start the day. The scrub was heavenly. It smelled of tangerines and, more importantly, it warmed up as it was massaged into the skin. Mmmm… energizing citrus scent, softer skin and extra heat. What more could I ask for in a jar? So, of course, the bastards discontinued it.
Well, it seems that my girl has some connections. I got not one, not two but FOUR jars of the stuff. Big jars. Enough to keep me toasty warm and silky smooth for years.
Lucky me!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
On an completely unrelated note, I love when people eavesdrop on a conversation and then get upset about what they overhear. [Amanda, stop reading now. Really.]
Friday is the '80s Zombie Prom. I am going with two couples. One is planning on going as car accident victims. The other is doing a murder/suicide (gunshot to the head and hanging). Damn! That fucked with my idea of being the girl who hung herself because her date didn't show up. Then I came up with it. My perfect idea. One so sick and twisted that it may even win me the costume contest. [Seriously Amanda, you should not be here!] Bloody thighs and zombie baby with a coat hanger around its neck. I am the D-I-Y abortion gone wrong.
People who overheard me talking about blackening the baby's eyes, smearing blood all over it and carrying it around by the leg were not amused. Oh well! Fortunately for me, I don't give a damn.
# posted by Phoenix : 9/08/2008 05:06:00 AM
