i am a product junkie. i admit it. a product, for the sake of this entry, is something one uses on one’s skin, body, hair, face… whatever, to make oneself more attractive, or perhaps to look younger. or to make one’s hair shinier. or all of the above. i don’t include makeup in that category. it has it’s own special category called “makeup.” i’m less of a makeup junkie. although i do like nail polish. i mostly only wear mascara. but it’s good mascara. or should i say bad mascara? anyway, i’m in good company. i was reading another journal today, about The Soap. That’s what she called it. The Soap. it’s a japanese soap you have to order online, and it’s $34. and the thing is, i can believe it. i can believe it’s that good, and worth $34 dollars. it’s supposed to last 3 months, which is $11 a month. so i’m curious about The Soap, and i do a little reading about it. now i want The Soap. why not? don’t i deserve to glow? i think i do. i just know that this Soap could change my life. it could make everything better. but am i buying the Soap? no. because the IRS has stolen all the joy from my life. they keep me from things like fabulous, expensive, japanese soap. bastards.
speaking of soaps, here’s another one i love. this one’s for the entire you, and it’s absolutely delightful. it’s chocolate milk soap. it’s french. or at least half the label is in french, so maybe it’s canadian, i don’t know. it makes my regular liquid shower soap feel like gas station restroom hand soap. i can’t describe it, it’s just so … rich and creamy. the chocolate scent is very very subtle. and it comes in other “flavors” all of them in a glass milk bottles, pump sold separately. but it’s $27 a bottle. so it’s not my every day soap. it’s my couple times a week soap. my “sunday night too bad i have to go back to work i need a treat” soap. maybe if i am good, santa will bring me another bottle of chocolate milk soap for christmas. i can just see santa, in the guise of my mom, Pattie, saying to herself “twenty seven dollars? FOR SOAP?” best we don’t tell santa pattie about the other Soap.
one thing the irs cannot take away from me is my girl shanti. shanti does my eyebrows. she used to wax more of me, but those luxuries were sacrificed as well. all i know, is things better be looking up by late spring, i am NOT going to shave my legs all summer. however, the irs can do a lot of things to me, but they cannot make me give up the brow wax. never underestimate the power of a well groomed eyebrow people. it makes all the difference in the world. more difference, i imagine, than any japanese soap. not that i would know. *pout*
i saw shanti this morning, got my brows done. they look fabulous. before i left the house, i read some ¸berblog entries. my friends had written about their ecological concerns, maximizing benefits while reducing costs, building communities of like-minded people and spiritual quests to shed the ego. [i haven’t figured out, yet, what that means, i’ll let you know when kam explains it to me.] and what do i post about? expensive Products.
god i love being shallow.

oh you KNOW i’m procrastinating now… i just spent an hour researching robot exclusion files. i have now told all spiders and web crawlers to BUZZ OFF. no more sneaking around, looking for links and email addresses. ya bastards.

i’m on vacation!! i’m on vacation!!
you know, i was thinking about it, and i cannot remember the last time i had a solid week off. i think it was last christmas. i’ve been taking days here and there, but i haven’t had a whole week off. i’m even taking an extra day, monday dec. 1st. i marked out this PTO time in august. i’ve been waiting forever to be on vacation. and i worked my tail off today, getting my list of to-do’s done. which is good, because people were starting to comment on the tail.
so, lots of writing to be done this week. gotta put my nose to the grindstone. or, as dr. stevil and i decided, i have to put my nose to the rhinestone. because that sounds prettier. so instead of writing, i came home and added a Currently Reading booklist like loon’s. i’ve always been jealous of her. i want to be just like her if i grow up. not when. if.
and, in other news, louise set up her blog. you should go over there and look at the pretty jewelry she makes. such an artist!! i’m hoping she soon puts up pictures of her newly adopted cats. one’s name is fred, and the last i heard, the other one’s name might be daphne. her website is called vratch, but i can’t remember what that means. i’m going to link to it anyway!!

for all those nanowrimo participants, who are a little discouraged about their word counts… for all those people who are upset that today is thursday, and not friday… for all those people who bought a mini pizza for lunch, trusting that it was as it was labeled to be, only to find black olives all over it…. for those who are not eating during daylight hours and may be feeling a little lightheaded… for those who are taking classes, and have assignments that are keeping you from slacking off… for those of you who have to deal with RV owners… and for those of you who are just feeling a bit sluggish, or blue….
.
this song is for you

ok, i am officially NOT enjoying the ruckus on the ff site anymore. it’s become icky and uncomfortable. blech.

bad blogger. i tried to update like three times today. and it all came out CRAP. i was very uninspired today. i did write a whole lot of wrimo at lunch either. i’m at 22,308 words. when last we left lucy, well, when last you left lucy, she was getting drunk at a family dinner, and on her way to true depression. she’s had some adventures. she’s bought some more pajamas, that’s all she wears now. one pair of pajama pants has monkeys holding bananas on them. and, she won’t go anywhere without stanley, she keeps him stuffed in her grey hoodie. she’s spent an interesting and hopefully amusing, afternoon at unemployment. and she’s visited, and rejected, her first therapist. there’s more, of course, but them’s the highlights. hilarity is ensuing. there’s no way this story will be finished at 50k. which is good. because 50k is not a true novel. a real novel is usually 3x’s that or more. but, i will have 50k done by nov. 30th. failure is not an option. there is no try, only do.
there is a write in on the eastside tonight. and i should go, because i’m guarenteed to write more if i get out of the house. except, i don’t really want to. because i’m home now. and i’m comfy. and it’s angel night. and, while i could go write until nine, getting home in time to have enough tivo’d to skip commercials… i’m already hoooooome. it’s comfy here. i could have cheerios for dinner. i like cheerios. besides, the fremont write in is tomorrow, and i will probably go to that.
i think i’ve pretty much made up my mind, don’t you?
there’s a bit of a catfight going on, over at the fanfiction group i belong to. i find it amusing because it has nothing to do with me, and is, in no way, directed at me. i root for no particular side. i just enjoy a good flame. the only one i feel bad for is the girl who’s actions started it all. she was just being helpful and gracious. but i emailed her and told her she didn’t’ do anything wrong. and i’m sure several other people did as well. so that leaves me free to sit back and enjoy the ruckus. i enjoy a good ruckus… don’t you, blue? 😉
fee, kam, elle and liloo multisuck and i had nice chatty emails back and forth all day. it was just like the old days. it was fun!!
cheerios are calling my name!!

massachusettes is all about the love, baby! congratulations, massachusettes on your forward thinking. and for recognizing all types of love.
that’s bitchen.

Your medieval name is: Lisolette. Quiet and artsy,
you’re different from the crowd. You have a
taste in music or art and are sometimes
depressed and private. You’re naturally lovely.

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her name is lola
she is a nissan
with purple dice hangin’ on the mirror
and a jedi knight sitting in the rear
but she was taken
jodi was mistaken
she came downstairs to find no car
she couldn’t travel very far
she had to stay home all day
because she forgot to pay
she lost her comfort cruiser and she lost her dignity, her ride had slipped away!
for the cruiser, the princess comfort cruiser, leather seats and transportation,
a sparkling golden creation, ride in lola….. she’ll get you there.
there was a car loan
that the bank did own
they hadn’t seen any money
they didn’t think that was funny
in desperation
trying to avoid the bus station
jodi called them on the phone
and promised to atone
at first they said no way
and then they said okay
who knows what made them change their minds at b of a!
for the cruiser, the princess comfort cruiser, leather seats and transportation,
a sparkling golden creation, ride in lola….. she’ll get you there.
now they’re together
cruisin’ around forever
jodi’s glad to have her back
grateful the bank cut her some slack
jodi will go for a ride
and wax her car with pride
and the next time she forgets to pay she’ll remember to hide…
the cruiser, the princess comfort cruiser, leather seats and transportation,
a sparkling golden creation, ride in lola….. you’ll fall in love.

yaaaaaay!! 20,036 words!! i broke 20k!
i realize my last excited word count update was less than 2 thousand ago. but 20k is a pretty big landmark. don’t you think? or would it be wordmark?
anyway, my stepfather is not mad at me. in fact, he’s been really really sweet. he told me to call bank of america, and see if we can’t make an appt. to come in and see them, together, next week. he’s cosigned on my loan. i told him about the garnishment back in sept, and how screwed up i was financially. and he admonished me for not telling him sooner… that that’s what family was for. [by the way, i wouldn’t use the word admonished, normally, but now that i am writing a novel, i feel i could be more descriptive.] he just called back a few minutes ago and said that he needed to use his truck tomorrow morning, but that i could use it after that. his truck is a big fat red ford lightening. it’s sweet. he’s got another car he drives now. a new something or another. volvo? something nice. saab? i don’t know. anyway, he kept the truck. for truck needs. and he said i could use it. i dont’ know for how long, but we’ll see what happens.
it’s not a baby blue buick, but it is ginormous.