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May. 18th, 2007 11:05 amBPAL!!!
*bouncebouncebouncebounce*
Because I'm housesitting, today is a 'Tamora' day (Amber, heliotrope, golden sandalwood, peach blossom and vanilla bean.), rather than Tokyo Stomp, Milk Moon, or Dorian, or one of eleven imps. :D
I like Tamora - it is definitely something I wouldn't mind a 5ml of, at some point in the future. Sweet and feminine, with a medium throw. I feel girly wearing it, like I should be looking for new heels or the right hair accessories at the mall. :D [As opposed to jeans from the guys' section because it's about the only way to get something to fit my thighs - girly jeans don't come in 'so baggy it hurts' and 'how many homies you got in there, yo?' leg cuts. Choice of inseam is another added bonus.]
Tokyo Stomp smells AWESOME, though - stopped at home during lunch yesterday and went pawing through the precioussss. It's pleasant and sweet without crossing that food-y line.
:D
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May or may not go to Renfaire on Sunday (last time I went I was probably 7 or 8 and don't remember a thing) - it'll depend on the group going and how tired I am after wrangling Labs that make ADD toddlers on pixie sticks look like a opium-hazed walk in the park. (To give you an example: the usual slew of sedatives issued to animals, short of horse tranquilizers, don't work on these dogs.) At least they're figuring out that I'm the alpha, or ELSE. They are now no strangers to being locked out in the backyard until they can sit quietly. This can take minutes or hours. :P Either way, it means I'm not going to be bitten or trampled, so I don't really care HOW much they pout that I'm not playing with them the instant I walk in the door. (Or soaked - they'll go jump in the pool, then roll in the dirt, THEN try and come leaping at me. Guh.) I'm so glad at least one of the three is a geriatric old thing, because he's too arthritic to raise hell. He just wags his tail and waits for treats. (Which I have no problem giving him. :D )
*bouncebouncebouncebounce*
Because I'm housesitting, today is a 'Tamora' day (Amber, heliotrope, golden sandalwood, peach blossom and vanilla bean.), rather than Tokyo Stomp, Milk Moon, or Dorian, or one of eleven imps. :D
I like Tamora - it is definitely something I wouldn't mind a 5ml of, at some point in the future. Sweet and feminine, with a medium throw. I feel girly wearing it, like I should be looking for new heels or the right hair accessories at the mall. :D [As opposed to jeans from the guys' section because it's about the only way to get something to fit my thighs - girly jeans don't come in 'so baggy it hurts' and 'how many homies you got in there, yo?' leg cuts. Choice of inseam is another added bonus.]
Tokyo Stomp smells AWESOME, though - stopped at home during lunch yesterday and went pawing through the precioussss. It's pleasant and sweet without crossing that food-y line.
:D
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May or may not go to Renfaire on Sunday (last time I went I was probably 7 or 8 and don't remember a thing) - it'll depend on the group going and how tired I am after wrangling Labs that make ADD toddlers on pixie sticks look like a opium-hazed walk in the park. (To give you an example: the usual slew of sedatives issued to animals, short of horse tranquilizers, don't work on these dogs.) At least they're figuring out that I'm the alpha, or ELSE. They are now no strangers to being locked out in the backyard until they can sit quietly. This can take minutes or hours. :P Either way, it means I'm not going to be bitten or trampled, so I don't really care HOW much they pout that I'm not playing with them the instant I walk in the door. (Or soaked - they'll go jump in the pool, then roll in the dirt, THEN try and come leaping at me. Guh.) I'm so glad at least one of the three is a geriatric old thing, because he's too arthritic to raise hell. He just wags his tail and waits for treats. (Which I have no problem giving him. :D )
