When I grow up, I wanna be a Suicide Girl...
One day. Maybe the day I lose my gut. Or maybe not. I wouldn't mind seeing a few more curvy chicks in the mix. There's just something about those round asses. Rawr.
It's funny, I've been here just over a year, and today... I just found the Testimonials button. It's like it popped up out of nowhere. And I still don't even know what it's for. But thanks jpguinness.
I guess I need some more 'real life' friends to occupy my friends list and give me some testimonials or something!
The outline is healing nicely. Although when I showed up to check up with Jason, I didn't have any saran wrap on. He nearly hit the roof. I swear I had it off for about an hour just to let the damn thing breathe. He'll never forgive me. It's hit the itchy stage today. People think I've gone mad because I'm slapping my arm so much.
In other news, I'm still working only one day a week. I'm going to see what I can do about getting on at the cosmetics counter, because that's where I spend most of my breaks anyway. Although I hate customer service, it might be worth it to play with the Pupa line all day. (Seriously, this Pupa line has already shaken my faithfulness with MAC, and I haven't even seen the half of it). I'm limiting myself to one Pupa item per paycheck. It's even more expensive than MAC though, if you can believe that.
I desperately need to do something with my hair. It's black on the ends, a few inches of RED, and then an inch or so of brown. I look like I've stepped out of filming a Jerry Springer episode. It's truly awful. Not to mention the uneven cuts. Ugh! Thank you, employer, for ruining my life. I wish to run down to Cali to get my hair done by Aries. Maybe next time I'm down on the WC I can get an appointment with her. That would just make my day.
One day. Maybe the day I lose my gut. Or maybe not. I wouldn't mind seeing a few more curvy chicks in the mix. There's just something about those round asses. Rawr.
It's funny, I've been here just over a year, and today... I just found the Testimonials button. It's like it popped up out of nowhere. And I still don't even know what it's for. But thanks jpguinness.
I guess I need some more 'real life' friends to occupy my friends list and give me some testimonials or something!
The outline is healing nicely. Although when I showed up to check up with Jason, I didn't have any saran wrap on. He nearly hit the roof. I swear I had it off for about an hour just to let the damn thing breathe. He'll never forgive me. It's hit the itchy stage today. People think I've gone mad because I'm slapping my arm so much.
In other news, I'm still working only one day a week. I'm going to see what I can do about getting on at the cosmetics counter, because that's where I spend most of my breaks anyway. Although I hate customer service, it might be worth it to play with the Pupa line all day. (Seriously, this Pupa line has already shaken my faithfulness with MAC, and I haven't even seen the half of it). I'm limiting myself to one Pupa item per paycheck. It's even more expensive than MAC though, if you can believe that.
I desperately need to do something with my hair. It's black on the ends, a few inches of RED, and then an inch or so of brown. I look like I've stepped out of filming a Jerry Springer episode. It's truly awful. Not to mention the uneven cuts. Ugh! Thank you, employer, for ruining my life. I wish to run down to Cali to get my hair done by Aries. Maybe next time I'm down on the WC I can get an appointment with her. That would just make my day.
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clocknova:
I think the general concensus is that we all love you just the way you are. You give all of us that warm, tingly feeling... down there. Well... me, anyway. 
lydia:
Agreed. You need to get on this site! 