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[This kismet don't mess around!]
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Yowsa!
Anyone seen that Fahrenheit commercial?! I'm gonna look like that chick if if kills me. That is, if I go to the gym tomorrow and quit slackin' I've been running hills (3-4 miles) and lifting weights 5 times a week. My arms, back, and chest are pretty damn tight. Many of my shirts, as a result, are getting too small in those areas, and are too loose around my waist. There have have been a few "pants falling down while running on the treadmill" incidents at the gym. It's time for new jogging pants and shorts...already.
Today, the final kitchen cabinet was assembled and installed. And some of the floor trim was cut and nail-glued in place. When it's done setting, perhaps sometime tomorrow, the fridge will get rolled from the dining room and into the kitchen where it should be. How exciting!
I'll get photos posted of the clothes I want to sell soon. It's the weekend. Who the hell is paying attention to this anyway?
I spent today cleaning. And I'll probably spend next Saturday doing the same. It never ends. I'd like to promote the following wood cleaner: http://www.ekitchengadgets.com/12mewocl.html - At least it made life a bit easier today, and the upstairs smells like almonds. Very pleasant, and without the waxy buildup or the slip factor (verrrry important on steps, I might add).
I'm such a product whore.
And there's one in particular that I absolutely love, but I can't seem to find anywhere: Noxema Bikini Clear Shave Gel. I even called the distributor, Universal Group, for help, and was told to check all the standards: Walgreens, CVS, Kroger, et cetera. The product isn't stocked anywhere within a 10-mile radius of me, I'm convinced, including the Walgreens where I first purchased it. What a bummer.
Also, I'm unable to find the L'Oreal Nutri Pure toner I've been using. So, after my crotch is overtaken by ingrown hairs, my pores are going to get out of control. C'est la vie. At least I'll have a smokin' body.
I'm watching the series finale of Six Feet Under for the third time. I just noticed that Claire has the same creases under her eyes as I have. I think it's attributed to losing fat in my face. I'll have to call up my uncle's brother for a date with the Botox needle before I know it. Having a plastic surgeon in the family--a very good plastic surgeon at that--will probably become useful in the coming years when all the abuse I've inflicted on myself will begin to manifest itself on my skin. Yargh.
If Sean gets back before 11, maybe we'll head to Boomerangs and see that all-chick Kiss tribute band. For some reason, I'm intrigued.
And, by the way, they be havin' the best shit a' Target. |
[Life in about fourteen seconds]
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Alas.
Six Feet Under is over.
Of course, Rome starts soon. Yum.
And Weeds is good for a laugh. And Entourage.
I watch far too much television. I ought to own stock in HBO, Showtime, and -er- Style (my obsession with the fashion and plastic surgery shows is unhealthy).
I miss Deadwood
The scale told me I was 13% body fat today. That can't be right.
I went crazy at Macy's last week and bought three Alfani skirts. If only I had tops to match them.
[[I am getting rid of most of my Lip Service clothing. Real cheap. Any small or extra small types let me know if your interested or know anyone else who is. Currently most items have a "been stored for a long time" scent combined with a tinge of cigarette smoke (They were worn in clubs after all) and will be cleaned before delivery. I'll post photos if there is any interest here. Cash made will be donated towards my Macy's/Saks fund.]]
I have a huge box of clothes in the basement heading for the thrift store.
I cleaned out my walk-in closet. Nearly everything went to the basement. What's the point of having a basement if you don't store shit in it? Luckily, my basement is very dry and clean. I'm planning on finishing the old garage and make a game/art room. That will be a good winter project. Along with papering the upstairs bathroom. And spackling and sanding and painting the downstairs bathroom. Ugh. When will it ever end?
I ate KFC for dinner tonight. And last night. Curse the leftovers!
My hair needs trimmed and conditioned. With a quickness.
I can't stand not using the serial comma at work. In fact, what the fuck is it with AP style and its tendency to give commas the boot? I, love, commas. |
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