i can’t stop smelling myself.
i hope the pervs don’t start coming out of the google search closet over that one.
it’s true, though. i sent the husband on a mission to buy some clothing for the kids last night. and to see if maybe, possibly, he could find me a fall jacket. since every spring and every fall i decide that this is the season i’m going to buy myself a light-weight jacket. and then i end up looking for two months and at the end of coming up empty-handed, the season has passed.
he came home with this. and while it’s not a jacket, per se, it may possibly be the nicest gift he’s ever gotten me. i’m so in love with it.
and the bonus is that it smells like the store. and i’m sure i’ve mentioned this numerous times. i love the way abercrombie smells. it smells, well, like sex. mmmmm, sniff.
i’m feeling ever-so-slightly superstar-ish this morning
and speaking of hoodies…i absolutely NEED this:
do you recognize it?
how about now:
i’m not exactly sure why they felt like they had to black out Daniele’s eyes…but i’ve been in love with this Lucky brand flower tattoo hoodie ever since i first noticed Daniele on Big Brother wearing it. remember that night she cried to Dick about Nick? love love love love love. Speaking of Big Brother…want to make your predictions now?
i’m going to go with Dick. no Daniele. no Dick.
actually, who the fuck cares? this finale is completely un-exciting. it was like the Rob and Amber final 2. did really make a bloddy difference who won.
and speaking of tv shows…anyone watching Californication? seriously, it’s the best thing on TV right now. it soooo pushes the limit on just about everything. and you gotta love a show that starts out with a man getting a BJ (even though both Hank and I are not big fans of that term….also of the term LOL….makes my skin crawl…) from a nun. in a church.
awe. some. i highly, highly recommend.
and now i’m off to smell myself some more…
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