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Jul. 29th, 2006
ZOMG!squee!
Jul. 29th, 2006 10:05 pmBPAL order came.
I think I could bathe in Tushnamatay, I luff it so much. [Which is good, because I bought the 5ml of it upon the number of high recommendations.]
I plan on dousing![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lord_sojourn in Highwayman and Vicomte du Valmont at some point - they're very masculine scents. (Does anyone else find Vicomte reminiscent of Brut aftershave?)
Aside from the imps I ordered, BPAL also threw in Coyote, Snake Oil, and one other that I'm too lazy to go figure out. Fwee. Lillith, I think.
This almost makes up for the spectacularly shitty day I've had. Entirely self-inflicted, no less, which makes it WORSE because there really is no consolation with the realization that you are, indeed, your own worst enemy.
I was supposed to be somewhere at 4. I had about 3 hours of errands to run. What happens? Why, I sleep in until 3:45pm, despite my alarm set for 11:30am, have to call in and apologize for not showing, promise to be there by 6, and between 3:45 and 3:55, have a fantastic blow-out with Mom. Again. And yes, this time, it's not her stale meds, it's mine.
[In sum, the pills AREN'T WORKING anymore. I can take 5mg, I can take 20, but at the end of the day, all I want to do is sleep and hate myself. I usually succeed. So.]
Anyway. My room now smells rather like a perfume factory exploded everywhere. It probably did. :D
I think I could bathe in Tushnamatay, I luff it so much. [Which is good, because I bought the 5ml of it upon the number of high recommendations.]
I plan on dousing
lord_sojourn in Highwayman and Vicomte du Valmont at some point - they're very masculine scents. (Does anyone else find Vicomte reminiscent of Brut aftershave?) Aside from the imps I ordered, BPAL also threw in Coyote, Snake Oil, and one other that I'm too lazy to go figure out. Fwee. Lillith, I think.
This almost makes up for the spectacularly shitty day I've had. Entirely self-inflicted, no less, which makes it WORSE because there really is no consolation with the realization that you are, indeed, your own worst enemy.
I was supposed to be somewhere at 4. I had about 3 hours of errands to run. What happens? Why, I sleep in until 3:45pm, despite my alarm set for 11:30am, have to call in and apologize for not showing, promise to be there by 6, and between 3:45 and 3:55, have a fantastic blow-out with Mom. Again. And yes, this time, it's not her stale meds, it's mine.
[In sum, the pills AREN'T WORKING anymore. I can take 5mg, I can take 20, but at the end of the day, all I want to do is sleep and hate myself. I usually succeed. So.]
Anyway. My room now smells rather like a perfume factory exploded everywhere. It probably did. :D
