I finally made up with my sister after that "you ditched me to die" fiasco.
It is a cruel and wrathful God that constantly tempts me to break my Lenten pledges (as termed by Mary). There was a pair of clear Gucci sunglasses framed in silver, the hottest pair in the whole display case, on sale at Nordstrom for $150. That's at least $60 less than what they would normally go for. Both the salesgirl and Vicky enthused about how compatible they and I were, and Vicky is Spartan with the compliments. I mustered all the self-control I've never had when I handed them back to be replaced. 30 minutes later I committed a Lenten transgression anyway, when I bought a Malted Mocha Madness from Gloria Jean's for a preposterous $3.85.
My family and I saw "The Time Machine" tonight, the one with Guy Pearce. Vicky and I really differ about whether he is attractive or not. I say that he is; more than you need to know, but his chest was really appealing to me. How sick to say this, when I was sitting next to my dad during the movie. I'm tired of Hollywood's consistent vision of the menacing ghoul that attacks you in hordes: it is always ape-like, sinewy with bulging muscle mass, monstrous, essentially like the Orcs in "Lord of the Rings." The only difference with the Morlocks in "Time" is that they were white.
A shout-out to my cousin, Beulah Forrest, who gave me a Burt's Bees kit for Christmas. I left it in Diamond Bar awaiting the day that I finished using my other lotions and lip balms, and it was a real treat today to start using the kit. It was actually Vicky who started the Burt's Bees fest and we were poring through the various items like kids in an organic candy store. Later, my mom picked up the same items and we were raving about the fresh and citrusy scents.
Love the Cosby Show. When I grow up, I'm going to be black.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 12:49 AM
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