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Cringe v. Covet
Dominant emotional reactions to SATC II right now.
May 2010
34 posts
Race fever?
Reason 578325 why today was the highlight of my month thus far: spent all afternoon at the track, down and dirty in the pits (omg the smell of the engines and melting tar/oil/fuel/rubber… Indescribable aphrodisiac, I’m telling you), revived dead baby jokes at dinner with my partner and her friends after playing show and tell in the just-built new condo disco shower. (9 nozzles and customized light show = reason to party).
And goddamn if it isn’t a gorgeous springsweet Indiana evening.
Oh, and dinner was delicious.
Best. Wednesday. Ever.
Everything you need to know about my family can be summed up in two emails:
- Allison: ______________.or, in r2d2 speak... beep beep beep WOMP WOMP beep EEEEEEEEEEEooooooo beep scccccrrrrrrreeeeeedle
- Drewbird: Me sa bada bing Captain Solo. Hah. Hah. Hah. krphf! Hah.
“Busy Bees’ expert housekeepers will dust, spray, scrub, wipe, scrub, wipe, mop, and sweep your floors, surfaces, baseboards, and more…. Customers who would like their house cleaned by actual bees should reevaluate their dreams through Internet research.”
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- shockingly clever copy from today’s groupon offer, which I would, ahem, love someone to buy for me… though perhaps I, too, should be reevaluating my dreams through internet research.
food for thought.
The Lady Has Had A Fine And Lovely Day
Face - freshly scrubbed and moisturized, tingling with a delightful new night cream (work swag - have I mentioned I love my job?).
Hair - let’s call this an ‘artful braided knot’ tangled somewhere above my right shoulder, remnants of today’s less-than-artful day-after-washing-dry-shampoo-desperation ‘do… which ironically garnered me several compliments. ain’t life strange.
Nails - painted. (gasp!) A deep crimson rose color that I wish were more on trend because coral and turquoise do this pale gal no favors whatsoever. I feel like a forties film star. Or Barbra Streisand in Funny Girl, minus a good half inch of nail length and that bastard Mr. Arnstein, though god help him he was a handsome devil. You know… my great aunt played bridge with him, with Omar Shareef that is. Apparently he’s very good.
Wardrobe - vintage silk negligee. matching peignoir in the closet. (If you must wear anything to bed, have some pride. Make it sensuous. Make it silk. Side note: one of my favorite words is diaphanous. Isn’t that a beautiful term? Imagine if whispers could not only be heard… but seen.) Related: What I wouldn’t give for some maribou slippers.
Mind - shockingly peaceful. Thoughts dulled to a smooth whir after an altogether invigorating day of meetings. No, really. It was the kind of day that inspires a girl to be the best version of herself. Smarter. Stronger. Overflowing with ideas and confidence and a comically grand serving of self-empowerment and gumption. And pride. I was proud of myself today, proud of my work. Because I’ve earned it, this freedom, this respect. And a girl only gets lucky with the fates a few times in her life… so for today, I’m grateful.
Cheers, lullabyes, and sweet dreams to you.
The up side of being a boring old fruitcake:
People always cheer when you do resurface in the social jungle now and then.
HA! So true.
“I went boy shopping on facebook (that’s when you look at all of the cute single guys you know on facebook, and cute single guys of friends, and then finally, cute single guys of friends of friends) in hopes of finding someone suitable. The candidates were underwhelming. All of the great guys I knew either a.) had girlfriends b.) were gay c.) lived in New York or d) wait who is this guy and why is he my friend on Facebook?. I suggested she would have a better time by herself, to which she said, “I don’t need to get any better at masturbating, you know?” Which I thought was a really solid point.”
— Almie Rose, aka Apocalypstick
from ‘Where Are All The Awesome Guys?’
from ‘Where Are All The Awesome Guys?’
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