2003-05-23 - 3:37 p.m.
After a gloriously late night Thursday, all I'm capable of thinking about today is self-indulgence. As evidence, here's my Explorer history:
LUSH is the ultimate in bath goodness. No animal ingredients, no animal testing. If you ever want to charm me, just bring over one of their King of Skin (look under "Skin Conditioner") bars. They smell like cocoa butter, white chocolate, spices and sex. More, please.
Next up: Arianne. When the air in my bedroom finally cools off to 80 degrees tonight at 2:00 a.m., I'll wish I had worn more clothes to bed. Until then, sign me up for the entire line.
If I do have to wear clothes, though, could somebody fork out for this? Size 0X, please. And make sure to include those black and white patent shoes if you want me to let you into the house. I'll walk all over you with those babies.
One last thing: take a look at the Weather Pixie over on the left. Is she wearing that effing two-piece again? Every time it hits 90 degrees here, she pops up in a bikini. Bitch.
Two little non-self-involved notes: everybody wish David luck on his recital. Be sure to harass him about the audio file, y'all.
And let's lend an ear to Sour Bob. He's earned my respect.
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