.oO(Sometimes I blur the edges.) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 26 January 2009: When Cupid fails, Dionysus provides. Michael was the last person I had expected to make a comment about that. He was also the last person I expected to say exactly what I needed to hear. Thank you, for the record. I am off work tonight and tomorrow, since I worked the weekend. I plan to be glamorous. I've submitted leave for the 1st-14th of February. I hope I submitted it in time. I was not nearly as productive as I had planned to be over the weekend, so I will have to kick it up a little bit next week so I can get through my work in time. Almost all of the things I ordered have come in... just waiting on a few more things that were back-ordered, from both Overstock and Amazon. My leg warmers are in, and my bobby pins. As well as my new little black wife-beater tank top that says 'tiny tits rock!' in little pink writing. My sexy, sheer black top (that I may or may not plan to wear over my tiny shiny tank top, to the Castle) is also in, and I decided during the 'hold up against me' test, that it will fit better than I had expected, since 'one-size fits all' never really fits me. My optimism and hope have paid off on this one. I want a sewing machine - the kind built into a little desk... so that I can start playing around and making my own little clothes here and there (which most likely means that I want to make pretty costume dresses to complement [and compliment, I suppose] my daydreams. a little cosplay never hurts) - but I am pretty sure it would be like when I bought the pretty beads and jewelry making kit... and never made anything. I abandoned my bead play for large glass pendents that transition onto whatever chain I want them on, instead. Sewing machines are far too expensive to be worth buying and not using. Speaking of wasting money - am I the only one who becomes fairly irate watching even a clip of ANY of 'The Real Housewives...' shows? God - the things I could do with that kind of money. I guess when you grow up having money, you don't really think about how much you could do with it when you are older. I also don't understand the draw of owning expensive purses, sunglasses, shoes, or clothing. Why would I spend $300 on a purse, when I can get one for $20 at Target and spend the rest on my groceries? I just don't understand. The soles on my favorite pair of shoes is coming unglued, my second favorite shoes are already doing the same, and the strap on my favorite purse broke this morning on my way home from work. Sad times for Miss Capone. I may not spend much on my belongings - but they last. Both pairs of shoes have lasted at least two or three years, and I've had that purse for at least two years - all of which have gone under heavy and/or intoxicated use (and, at times, heavily intoxicated use). Dear Rich People of America: It turns out that my normal-priced things last just as long as your over-priced things. Since I am off tonight, I'll be drinking. Tomorrow I am planning on attending Dwarf Cage fighting at the Irish pub that I love. At this moment, I am happy. -Lisa. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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