I appear to have convinced one of my MythBuilders to join Dreamwidth. This is a good plan because then when she posts Sims crack of our little family, I can link to it. Unlike when she shares it with Loquacious of Faceborg.
The thing about wearing one's hair with a fringe is that one has to then maintain the fringe. Every now and then I realize that I'm getting a bit shaggy (I have a repeating event in my to-do list for it) and I snap some more off.
3:25 AM 7/31/2010
Today's adventures: shopping! Decided to see what the hell was going on with the car first. Discovered damage from the fucking towing joint, but looks to be just cosmetic. The process of figuring this out involved me quite un-self-consciously and without regard for dirt, sprawling out on the garage floor. Messed up my shiny nail polish, too. Picked up Tif, got at least two flavours of lost on the way to The Unnameable Place (but all worked out nicely), looked around for appropriate dinner place, missed call from Drew, had dinner, called Drew back, looked at shiny makeup and shiny rainbows, looked at clothes and bracelets, found the employee-only exit as the mall was closing, found the entrance to The Place That Dare Not Speak Its Name, looked for stuff, found shorts, looked for more stuff, had a moment of WHERE THE HELL ARE WE ALL, heard about Drewface's rather shitty day (any tale about the DMV involving more than five "BUT THAT'S NOT ALL" moments gets an automatic "oh *honey*!"), located car (this car is in another parking lot!), got loaded up, located freeway but decided time to refuel first, located freeway again, got distracted by shiny Target sign, got lost again, found (closed) Target, got lost some more, got found again, went to the 24 hour Safeway via Taco Bell, got Tif home, being ware of the cats (TREE), and now I'm home. With shorts.
In case it wasn't apparent, I like knee-length black cotton knit shorts. Mmmmm. The important thing about these is that they only have the number of holes they were designed to have. The reason new shorts are important is that they are an invisible component of my daily wardrobe. Socks, shoes, underpants, shorts, skirt, bra, shirt, and cardigan-ish thing.
Next time there is supposed to be some Target or something. My knees are giving me hell, as are all the other parts of me.
My desk lamp is really not the kind of light that lets me show off Fun Things I Have Done With Eyeshadow Today.
Crossposted.