January 31, 2004


17 below, folks. This is for the birds. Well, it would be, if they hadn't all gone south. And people say birds are stupid.

8 Ball, slightly late.

Is Bush gonna do that last stupid thing that cements his defeat this year?
It is certain

Thank goodness. If not, would it be a good idea to move to Canada before somebody blows the US to kingdom come?
Most likely

My car wouldn't start for my doctor's appointment Fri. morning and I had to reschedule for Monday. Will it start then?
Better not tell you now

Dagnabbit. Is she gonna bitch about my weight?
It is decidedly so

Nah, actually, she's better about that than the last one. If I can get into a different job with less walking so that a regular workout doesn't tax my joints beyond their ability to recover [like now], I'll start dropping more. Until then, slow and steady does the trick. It'll have to.

Gods, these velour jammies are warm. Thank goodness.

same bitch time, same bitch channel...

Headache for the day: Sinus. The kind where the air is so dry you can feel everything inside your skull desiccating when you inhale. Time to boil water.

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January 29, 2004

Cereal Killaaaaaaah!

[Yes, in case you're wondering, that was an old and obscure Snoop Dogg reference, from that song off Doggystyle where Jagged Edge is going on about picnicking in a morgue. Droll.]

Okay, I'll just get to the point.

Why in the hail mary do they sugar the raisins in raisin bran?

I mean, everybody does it. [Before you leave a comment stating that you know of plenty of brands that don't, let me first make it clear that I am not driving to Colorado or Namibia or wherever the hell you're from to buy fucking raisin bran.] I can't find a brand of raisin bran anymore that doesn't have at least 17 grams of sugar per puny gerbil serving. And you go and buy the lowest-sugar stuff you can find, and it's still encrusticated with sugar.

What the fuck is up with this? Do the people who make raisin bran not know anything about raisins? Whoever is coming up with the recipes for cereals these days either is an alcoholic and therefore craves outrageous amounts of sugar; or has never eaten cereal, or, for that matter, raisins. So for the benefit of the cereal people, here is the functional definition of a raisin: It is a blackish, chewy, wrinkly wad of sugar that was a grape in a previous life. Crusting it with sugar is superfluous and unhealthy. It's like salting hot dogs. You know those little tiny boxes of raisins that your mom used to stick in your lunch? Each of those little boxes has 30 grams of sugar.

You might say, "Well, why don't you just buy a bag of raisins and a box of bran flakes and mix them together?" I thought about this for a long time and came up with what I believe is a fair and reasoned response: JESUS J. JOHNSON, DO I HAVE TO MAKE MY CEREAL FROM SCRATCH TOO??? IS IT THAT MUCH TO ASK TO HAVE A CEREAL THAT CLAIMS TO BE HEALTHY THAT DOESN'T HAVE AS MUCH SUGAR AS CAP'N FUCKING CRUNCH??!?

I make my own meatballs. I make my own eggrolls and my own sweet and sour sauce. I make my own taco seasoning. I make all my own soups and stocks. I make my own chicken strips. Often I make my own refried beans. I don't do this because I'm bursting with domesticity. I do it because what's sold in the stores is so fucking full of sodium and chemical shit that it makes me sick. And I think it's really shitty that so many people in this country make retarded choices about their diets that the stores won't even carry cleaner brands of food. [What's even shittier is that these people then go to the doctor and bleat about how lousy they feel, thereby driving up my insurance premiums. But that's another conniption.]

All I want is cereal that, when I read the nutrition information, doesn't look like something from the candy aisle that got misplaced. Even their so-called muesli is so full of sugar that you gotta take an insulin shot after reading the label. Sorry, Hy-Vee, Kellog's, and other major U.S. cereal manufacturers. You are not selling muesli. Alpen is muesli. You shitwands are selling confections disguised as muesli so that people can delude themselves into thinking that they're eating something healthy without having to endure the merciless hardship of eating cereal that's not very sweet.

Could I find cereals like the kinds I want? Yeah, if I drive for an hour. But what gets me is not that they don't have what I want where I live, it's that the preponderance of stupid, bad, lazy and self-indulgent food choices made by grown adult people is so overwhelming that it's not even worth it to the stores to sell alternate healthy versions of products, because nobody will eat them. Because they don't taste right. Wah wah.

Come on, people. If you were nine years old, I could see you refusing to eat something just because putting it in your mouth didn't trigger a simultaneous orgasm of all your taste buds. When you're 30, 40, 50, and you're still choosing your food based primarily on taste, giving little or no thought to the nutritional value or the chemical content...that's just fucking babyish. Eat your fucking Alpen and shut up.

You know, doing that search for a link to Alpen turned up some promising leads...I may not have to drive to the Cities after all. hmmm...

Okay, I feel a little better. But people still suck ass for crowding out decent food choices with their self-indulgent face-stuffing habits.

Happy Thursday! :)

same bitch time, same bitch channel...

Quote for the day: "MTV--Music Television. But they don't play music. How is that legal? What if everybody did that? 'Welcome to Domino's Pizza.' 'Give me 2 large pepperonis.' 'We don't sell pizza. We just have raccoon hats and eyepatches. Call a bookstore, stupid!'"--comedian Daniel Tosh

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January 28, 2004

Yard Apes

What's On your front yard Right Now?

Easy. Nothing. I live in an apartment.


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January 27, 2004

8 Balls. 4 Questions. 1 Tired Bitch.

Before I fall asleep and start drooling on my keyboard, the 8 Ball.

Okay, so we had our big snow like they said we were going to. Can we move on to spring now?
My reply is no

What's the chances of a freak thaw getting rid of some of this obnoxious white crap for us?
Outlook not so good

zzzz...ok, falling asleep here...can I get 8 hours today without some ding-a-ling calling and waking me up?
Don't count on it

Will I at least get to chew them a new asshole?
Most likely

k, that's enough...

same bitch time, same snxxxzxzzxzxzzz....

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January 25, 2004


I'm beginning to wonder if AAA is all it's cracked up to be. I joined in November. I paid my dues and I got my card and my window decal. The decal is on my car and I'm looking at the card, which I have signed and which says my membership is good til Nov. 04.

This week I got a thing in the mail from AAA asking me to join. It included a silver AAA sticker [not the decal] and temporary membership cards for me and a family member, which is funny because the only family members that qualify that I know of are dependent children, of which this household is mercifully short. The membership number on the temporary card does not match the one on my regular card.

Two questions spring immediately to mind:

1] Does anybody at AAA talk to each other, or are their voices, their LAN and their writing hands all nonfunctional?

2] Exactly how worried should I be about this?


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January 24, 2004

blonde day

From the field office at Ma's:

oopsie...put up my Friday 8-ball answers and didn't post my questions here. :D Just realised that a little while ago. Here they be:

What's the chances of getting out of some of this snow?
Outlook not so good

eep. Is it gonna be a lot?
Better not tell you now

Are we gonna be up to our asses in freezing white crap all week?
You may rely on it

When I get home, is there gonna be some jackoff parked in my space?
It is decidedly so

Actually, the snow will be good. They say if we don't get a whole bunch of snow or a whole shitload of rain in the spring, there'll be a drought this year.

One interesting thing I found out: Having multiple Yahoo profiles is not always a good idea. I discovered this when I created an alternate profile that people couldn't trace back to my grey_nereid ID [which they never can, really, as far as I know] and found that when I used that ID, people had a tendency to use the ignore feature on me quite a bit more than when I used my regular ID. Some of them were the same people who were perfectly happy to chat with me when I was Frida, but for some reason hated my guts when I was Entwife. I came to the conclusion, after close analysis of my chatroom behaviour, that being too anonymous can give one excessive license to be obnoxious. [Also, it hadn't occurred to me that if someone iggies you while you're under one ID, and you re-enter the room later under another one, you may still be iggied--and your cover blown--for the same reason that you can have only one of a person's ID's on your friends list and they can still IM you on any ID they want to use. Will have to make a note to test this. hm.....]

Other than that, everything's right as rain. Or snow. Or whatever that crap is that's supposed to fall out of the sky.

same bitch time, same bitch channel...

Purchase of the day: Wood filler.

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January 22, 2004

Happy Year of the Monkey!

One monkey that's not celebrating: the brass one I saw this morning looking for his balls.

Yup: -7F, folks, with a wind chill of -27. It's colder than a witch's...er, colder than my...eh, fuck it, you get the idea. The predicted high today is 5.

Anytime, Spring. Honestly. Don't hold up on account of me.


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January 20, 2004

The Inaugural 8 Ball Classic

From our very own brand spankin' new Magic 8 Ball meme blog.

So do you think the Vikes will humiliate themselves again next year?
Outlook good

Has anybody told Daunte Culpepper that he's a QB and not a pitcher?
My reply is no

Is it possible that the Vikings were abducted by aliens in the middle of the season and replaced by former Vassar homecoming queens?
Signs point to yes

Could the Vikings have made a comeback if they'd played, say, the Glenview Rest Home or the Special Olympics lacrosse team?
My sources say no

Ah, the sublime wisdom of the 8 Ball...


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Introducing the latest in car accessories...


Le Sueur officers search for driver who forced squad car into a ditch

By Dylan Thomas
Free Press Staff Writer

LE SUEUR The man who fled in his vehicle from a Le Sueur police officer Friday night and later forced a Le Sueur County deputy's squad into a ditch is still being sought.

A Hispanic male in his late teens fled from an city police officer and a Le Sueur County deputy in a chase that began around 11 p.m. at a Le Sueur apartment parking lot, said Le Sueur police officer Kenny Mueller. The five-mile pursuit reached "excessive speeds," Mueller said.

Investigating a domestic disturbance call, a Le Sueur police officer spotted the suspect sitting in front of the apartment building in a late '80s or early '90s model light-colored Dodge Dakota. When the officer approached the car to speak with the suspect, the officer noticed the man had alcohol in his vehicle and was possibly intoxicated.

Mueller said the officer asked the suspect to step out of the vehicle and then reached in to remove the keys when the suspect refused. However, the suspect quickly pulled away with the officer still hanging out the window, he said. [emphasis mine]

Mueller said the officer dropped from the vehicle and, unhurt, took off in his squad car after the Dakota. However, he lost the suspect's vehicle soon after the chase left town heading east on County Road 115.

As the suspect turned north on County Road 152 in the direction of the Le Sueur Golf Course and then circled back west on County Road 26, a Le Sueur County deputy spotted the vehicle and picked up the chase.

However, the "fancy driver" - as Mueller described the suspect - eventually forced the deputy off County Road 26 and into the ditch, ending the chase.

People like this are a big reason I don't go out on Friday nights, at least not anyplace that involves driving.


In other news...The Magic 8 Ball is up and running! Go pay it a visit. I'm going to tweak it a bit in the coming weeks, so it probably won't look the way it does today. I'm gonna post an entry soon, so if you get there and there are no entries, try back in half an hour or so.


In other other news...here's an upcoming sporting event that's right up everyone's alley: The Inaugural Cincinnati Cornhole Classic.

"We are very excited to be hosting a cornhole tournament, one of Cincinnatians' favorite pastimes," said Matt Dunne, U.S. Bank Arena General Manager. "This event will be fun for both participants and spectators and we look forward to crowning a Cincinnati Cornhole Classic Champion."

Oh, behave, it's just a beanbag toss. [Still, I'm not sure it's a good idea to refer to any contest in this event as a "double elimination" tournament. That just sounds nasty.]

Must go, I have cornhole practice in half an hour.

same bitch time, same bitch channel...

Thought for the day: Ah, piss on it, I can't top a cornhole tournament and a cop hanging off some guy's car.

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January 19, 2004

Is it April yet?

Imbolc is in two weeks. I'd much rather be celebrating Ostara. Why? This from The Weather Channel:
Feels Like -15F

I miss Tennessee winters.

Sanford now makes metallic Sharpies. They work just like a regular Sharpie, are the same price, and are only slightly more stinky. Apparently they only have silver at this point; a search at Sanford didn't turn up any mention of Sharpies in gold. :( But! They write on candles. hee hee heeeee....I'm gonna get a second one just for my altar. [I just wrote them a note asking when they're going to have gold. If they appreciate feedback as much as they claim, they oughtn't limit their feedback field to 255 characters, which is practically nothing. Prima donnas. :P]

[Update: They wrote back saying that due to the slowness of some products moving, and extra quality checks necessary to ensure the quality of the markers, the gold and copper markers haven't been shipped yet. Yay! They have copper too! So it'll be soon. Oh, they also say that you have to store them vertically, tip down, goddammit!!!1! because of the metallic flecks in the ink needing to get to the nib and not being able to swim and stuff. So if you get one, store it tip down like it says on the side of the marker, or all your pets will break out in horrible boils and the moon will swoop in through your window and gobble you up. And even worse, your marker won't work. :( Now I'm going to have to figure out a vertical Sharpie storage system for my altar. I think there's one called a "cup." Will have to check this out.]

And if you see velour elastic-waist pants in the store, and they're on sale, and you look at them and go, "Jeez, I'd love these, but they're too dressy and they make my stomach and my butt look horrible!"--buy them anyway. They are the warmest, most luxurious pajama bottoms you will ever own. I am loving mine.

My nasal passages will not unswell. It's driving me batshit. I'm trying to figure out what I'm breathing that's aggravating them.

~beats head on keyboard~

same bitch time, same bitch channel...

Thought for the day: Whoever invents an "ignore" feature like chatrooms have, that works on people in real life, will make a mint. I'd buy it.

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January 17, 2004

Holy 3D Modeling, Batman!

This person does the most incredible computer generated art. Weird? Yes. Morbidly, disturbingly weird? Of course. But isn't it luscious? Go peek.

[A thousand and one thanks to Easy Bake Coven for the link.]

Also, my eyeballs hurt and there's light Italian dressing on my keyboard.


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January 16, 2004

An Overview of the Agricultural Economy of Nepal

Okay, I lied. It's actually the Friday Five.

1. What does it say in the signature line of your emails?
I don't use a signature.

2. Did you have a senior quote in your high school yearbook? What was it? If you haven't graduated yet, what would you like your quote to be?
Me, personally? No. I have important belly button lint to pick. The class picked "Just when you think tomorrow will never come, it's yesterday." [I didn't even have to look that up--I can't believe I remember that after almost 10 years.] Sometimes when I think about it, it makes sense and is kind of neat. Other days when I'm reminded of it, it's just shallow and annoying.

3. If you had vanity plates on your car, what would they read? If you already have them, what do they say?
I wouldn't have vanity plates, because anything worth putting on there would get my tires slashed.

4. Have you received any gifts with messages engraved upon them? What did the inscription say?

5. What would you like your epitaph to be?
You mean, like on my gravestone? Hm....how about, "Shaddap, I'm trying to sleep down here." Or maybe, "I've moved on. Why don't you?" Other than that...I'm not in the habit of reading epitaphs, so I don't know a whole lot about what form they're supposed to take.

Jeez, what a long week.

I still don't know what's going to happen with the Ask the 8-Ball blog. Til there's an actual blog up for it, I don't think I'm going to do any 8-Ball stuff, since nobody has ever once replied to any of the ones I've done [with the possible exception of Lisa]. It's entirely possible that the meme market is just saturated and nobody will give a rat's ass about it anyway. ~shrug~


same bitch time, same bitch channel...

Random 1d4 roll for the day: 1. So if you were rolling hit points for a first-level wizard, you'd be supremely fucked. Stay behind the fighter and the cleric and in front of the thief. Don't even dink around with melee, just do your open doors spell or whatever and collect your share of treasure til you get enough experience to roll another hit die and make it worth the risk of pissing off monsters by pricking them with the pitiful little dagger that's the only weapon you're allowed to carry. Don't worry, if you live to get to about level 5, you'll catch up to the other players, and by level 9 or 10 you'll be indispensable and practically invincible except by another wizard.

Holy Thoth, I'm a dork. Eh.

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January 15, 2004

just because I felt like sharing...

...this is my current wallpaper [tiled]. Feel free to steal it.

rainbow goddesses on black

More wallpaper...

ankhs in the sand little pentagrams


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January 14, 2004

Is this thing on?

What's On the last roll of film you took pictures on OR the media that your digital camera uses Right Now?

Uh, paintings, I think. It's been a couple years. I don't really take a lot of pictures.

Well, that was easy.


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January 12, 2004

You ever have one of those days...

where you've only been up for 20 seconds and already, without looking at the calendar, you know it's a Monday?

I have a set of 3 glow-in-the-dark puzzles which I bought and brought home only to discover that the largest one in the set was one I'd already bought [but hadn't done]. I recently started the one in the set, thinking I'd give the other one away as a present or something. This evening I get up, and my fucking 9-mile-wide hip knocks a full glass of water all over the table that the puzzle is on, ruining it. [Please do not leave a comment on this blog suggesting I put the glass somewhere else, because I will track you by your IP address, physically drag you to my place and demand that you point me out one place in that goddamn room where I can set a glass without it being in danger of getting knocked over, and where it can be reached by somebody besides Plastic Man. I will also demand an alternate treatment for my dry mouth while I'm sleeping.]

It could have been worse; MallWart rotates their stock of puzzles, and it's been a while since I've seen that puzzle on the shelves, so it's a good thing I have another copy and didn't give it away. But to have that happen to a brand new puzzle, right after you get up, after 5 hours of sleep, which at one point was interrupted by some dipshit from North Dakota [thank you caller ID] who let it ring once and hung up...that can only happen on a Monday.

I would also like to know who the carpetsucker is that decided the dash key should be all the way in the goddamn Andromeda cluster on the keyboard where nobody, with the possible exception of Franz Liszt, can reach it comfortably.

I'm going to have my coffee and wake up now. Happy Monday.

same bitch time, same bitch channel...

Thought for the day: Some things, once you ruin them, you just can't fix them. This goes for friendships with words dumped on them as well as puzzles with water dumped on them. Puzzles, though...you can replace those.

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hi my name is fweeda and i'm this much old!

A spam I got from somebody named Mlpq Co, which I deleted unopened, has a subject line that says, "Face Looks 20 Years Younger?"

I'm 27. If I didn't have problems getting carded before...

Lotsa exciting stuff going on, that's why I haven't posted much lately. Mom's still on the afghan thing; we stumbled on a book full of gorgeous afghan patterns and I picked out an octagon-and-square pattern that will work beautifully, especially in the gradiated shades of sage that I picked out. So there was another yarn run this past weekend.

Things are going well with my student; she's casting circles now! Yay! I'm so proud of her. She's so bright, I'm glad to be teaching her. The joy I get from doing this compares to the joy I've heard described by parents. I may not have the personality to raise kids of my own, but I'm beginning to think that the last big argument against my not having them--"But what about all the joy of watching them grow? You'll be missing that"--will have been defeated.* I will be able to follow my conscience freely and not feel that I'm missing anything important. And most of all, there will be a few more properly trained witches in the world. ;)

More good news: Ozy & Millie will soon be returning to new strips. From what DCS says, it will be a semiweekly strip instead of daily, but I'm still just as eager to see what he has cooked up for the new year. In the meantime, go check out a few of the older strips, which he's re-running with new commentaries. Also, Scotty Arsenault has picked the Commander Kitty storyline back up and is running with it again--again, at a slower pace than before, but it's still there! ~does a little dance~

Agenda for today: Dishes, housecleaning, shelf assembly, cooking, and plenty of computer games and relaxing.

same bitch time, same bitch channel...

*The biological clock argument, of course, is total douche; any grown person who allows their hormones to bully them into a decision as big as having a child deserves whatever they get. If your hormones are truly that out of control that you're genuinely compelled to do things without reasoning them out, you need to see your gyno--in the capacity of a gyno, not an OB.

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January 07, 2004

Come up with your own title, I'm too lazy today.

What's On your calendar Right Now?

That depends on what you mean by "on my calendar." If you mean "what picture is on your calendar," then it varies. I have a day planner [given to me, sorta] with polar bears on; an old 2003 calendar still up with a garden on the page above December; and a free one from the bank that had a horrible jingoistic hyenapuke of a picture which I ripped off, so that one is pictureless.

If you mean "what things do I have scheduled to do," that would mostly be doctor's appointments. Depo, annual physical et al are on my mental calendar. More current doc appointments are on a physical calendar. I don't really have a whole hell of a lot else going on in my life, which is sorta okay, because most of the time I'm too tired and cranky to want to get together with people anyway, especially when they insist on being on a day schedule, my company insists on keeping me on a night schedule, and the job market insists on continuing to suck HIV-infected llamas.

So, um, I hope that answers it...

same bitch time, same bitch channel...

Thought for the day: Technically speaking, wouldn't the phrase "colder than a witch's tit" [or in my case, mine] refer to any temperatures below about 98 degrees, assuming the witch in question isn't dead or hypothermic and doesn't have a fever?

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January 03, 2004

Drive-By Postscript

Today is J.R.R. Tolkien's birthday. Yeah, he's dead and stuff, but a moment of silence anyway, please. thx :)

I teared up when I read what these people are about. I've found another home, a yang to Wicca's yin, and I can belong to them both. ~sniffles while smiling~

blessings & wisdom


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The Five. Yeah, I'm late...busy day yesterday...

What one thing are you most looking forward to . . .

1. ...today?
Getting the apartment cleaned.

2. ...over the next week?
Getting paid.

3. ...this year?
Getting the hell out of that job and into one whose hours allow me to go back to school and see the sun more than 15 minutes per week--and hopefully one that pays me something closer to the national mean salary for my position so I can have some savings and maybe, at some later date, a house and a little herb & veggie garden.

4. ...over the next five years?
Paying off my debts, perhaps all of them, if I'm lucky and manage my money well.

5. ...for the rest of your life?
Growing. [I'd say retiring, but I don't see that as being very likely.]


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Yes, in addition to other things, I am a materialistic hag. What's more, I'm going to bore you by blathering about my purchases, as if anybody cares. Ha! It's good to be the blogmistress.

New Year's Day I went down to see a friend, and we had lunch and hung out at the mall. I felt kinda bad cos he didn't really have any money, but I bought him lunch and a tank of gas and a carwash [he's had unbelievably bad luck this past year, including losing both his job and his apartment around Xmas], so hopefully he didn't feel too bad.

The thing is, though, I hadn't been shopping for a really long time, and I certainly hadn't prowled the mall stores like I did Thursday. So I did buy a whole bunch of stuff, but I made sure I didn't buy a bunch of crap I didn't need [I'm not exactly an oil baron myself]. I finally found Cunningham's Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner and its continuation, Living Wicca, both of which I highly recommend for anybody starting out in the Craft--or even anybody who's been in it a few years like me and just has some gaps in their knowledge that need filling in. B. Daltons had shitloads of LOTR books and even a mini Tarot deck, but you can't buy the whole store. The two Cunningham books are $10 and $13 respectively [paperback], so it's not like you're spending an assload on books.

Herberger's. Even if you're broke, if you need decent bras, go there. When you get up into sizes like mine [38DDD, thanks Depo!], you're gonna be shelling out major bucks for bras anyway, and you're either gonna have to get them out of a catalog or spend hours going from department store to department store hunting through all the racks looking for anything in your cup size. At that point, you'll take anything that fits the tits and stops the flops. And I usually do, and I've bought a lot of $10 and $12 bras. But I needed something that fit better than those DD's I have, and out of curiosity I went in and took a peek.

First of all, their clerks rule. She got down and bra-hunted with me to find stuff that would fit, and then she offered to order stuff out of the catalog and have it directly shipped to my address if they were out of a particular colour of a style I wanted. Second, since there must have been a sale going on, I got 5 bras that were about $25-30 apiece on the tags for $97. That seems like a lot to spend on foundation garments, but when I got them home, there was only 1 out of the 5 that didn't fit perfectly around my bust [way too short but a $1 bra extender fixed that right up], and every single one of them fit perfectly in the cups. The reason: the brands they carry. 2 of them were Bali, and the other 3 were Lilyette, which is made by Maidenform.

Ladies, these are the most comfortable underwire bras I have worn in my entire life. [I sprouted tits when I was 9, so I think I know just a tad about bras.] If you're big-chested and you get a Bali or Maidenform minimizer bra, it is like encasing your boobs in iron. Those motherfuckers DO. NOT. MOVE. And they're comfier and better-shaped than the cheaper brands of minimizer. There's actually room in the cup for a breast, so your boobs still look like boobs instead of like large pancakes. And the non-minimizers look and feel even better [though you do bounce more]. Verdict: Even if they'd been full price, for the service and the quality I got--Worth Every Penny. Moreover, I won't have to go bra shopping for the rest of the year! W00t!

They make a handheld roller thing with nubblies on it like a foot roller, only it's just got one roller on it. It's plastic and looks sorta like a cross between a pastry blender and a tiny studded rolling pin. I got one for $5 at a place called Icing, which is a spinoff of Claire's and has a lot of the same stuff [ooooh, sparkly jewelry]. If you can find them, they're perfect for massage and reflexology. Working your palms and soles with one will improve both your stress level and general organ function. If you can get a partner to do your back, it's heavenly. [Points to me for resisting buying a hair thingie at any of these stores. Believe me, it wasn't easy.]

Then there was some store we went in--you know the kind. It's got rude door signs, and posters about boobies and pot and beer [and one with Legolas--boioioing], and glitter lamps, and those weird ball lights with the electric thing that makes your hair stand up when you touch them, and Doors incense, and vibrators, and double-can-holder drinking hats, and dirty birthday cards--that kind of stuff. College kid stuff. They also had window decals, including a Happy Bunny one that says "Thank you for not making me kill you." Couldn't resist.

All in all, a fun day. Spent time with a friend, got some good stuff I needed, didn't spend too much considering what I bought, and got the hell out of Dipshitville for a while.

Ooh, I forgot about the Friday Five. I'll do another entry for that so as to avoid boring the FF people. :D

Happy New Year.

same bitch time, same bitch channel...

Perversion for the day: Demihuman species, e.g. elves and hobbits. [I'm still not sure about dwarves, they're pretty stubby.] Mmmmm, interspecies action...

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