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Postponing the inevitable
Mar. 5th, 2008 10:26 pmI kind of want to curl up in bed with East of Eden right now, but I know that the second I'm anywhere even remotely warm and fluffy, I'm going to fall asleep. Conundrum.
So while I'm up, can I confess my obsession with the shower gel I just bought? It's Clean On Me, from Target's adorable Soap and Glory line--totally the poor woman's BeneFit--and I got this big bottle of it, and the pump-top is defective, but I don't even care because it smells GLORIOUS. There's actual mandarin orange peel ground up in there, and then there's this kind of white-flower thing going on in the background? And I swear I keep smelling my own shoulders just to remind myself of how good I smell, which I'm sure makes me look perfectly sane. I'm sort of afraid it was a limited-edition thing, though. What if I can't get any more? What if I can't smell like citrusy, flowery heaven for the rest of my life? It's so hard being me.
Oh, and also, under the headings of "Things I Wish I'd Thought of First" and "People I Want to Be Internet Friends With," have you guys been to the Dairi Burger? A-MAZING.
Lastly, I'd like to say that tomorrow is going to be a good day, for the following reasons: 1. I'm getting my hair cut, and managed to contact my stylist before went crazy and threatened to shave my head, AND I get to leave work early for my appointment; 2. Lost is on; 3. It's my friend's birthday, and so there will be drinks out and Indian food after (instead of Bible study, too, which I hate to list as a benefit, but Jesus doesn't mind the occasional night off, right?). All good things! This is me, ready for Thursday.
Good night. Sleep tight. Don't let the bedbugs bite.
So while I'm up, can I confess my obsession with the shower gel I just bought? It's Clean On Me, from Target's adorable Soap and Glory line--totally the poor woman's BeneFit--and I got this big bottle of it, and the pump-top is defective, but I don't even care because it smells GLORIOUS. There's actual mandarin orange peel ground up in there, and then there's this kind of white-flower thing going on in the background? And I swear I keep smelling my own shoulders just to remind myself of how good I smell, which I'm sure makes me look perfectly sane. I'm sort of afraid it was a limited-edition thing, though. What if I can't get any more? What if I can't smell like citrusy, flowery heaven for the rest of my life? It's so hard being me.
Oh, and also, under the headings of "Things I Wish I'd Thought of First" and "People I Want to Be Internet Friends With," have you guys been to the Dairi Burger? A-MAZING.
Lastly, I'd like to say that tomorrow is going to be a good day, for the following reasons: 1. I'm getting my hair cut, and managed to contact my stylist before went crazy and threatened to shave my head, AND I get to leave work early for my appointment; 2. Lost is on; 3. It's my friend's birthday, and so there will be drinks out and Indian food after (instead of Bible study, too, which I hate to list as a benefit, but Jesus doesn't mind the occasional night off, right?). All good things! This is me, ready for Thursday.
Good night. Sleep tight. Don't let the bedbugs bite.
