Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Went to Ulta tonight and tried on some perfume. Now, I have a weird body chemistry that I inherited from my mom, where any perfume I apply morphs into a scent my mother charmingly calls "tom cat." Tonight was no exception. Why, why do I keep doing that? The car was so gross on the way home that I had to crack a window, and I've got a headache. Once I got to the school, I used some of the old-fashioned powder soap, which is Ajax for all I know, and scrubbed my wrists, but it hasn't seemed to help.

Ceramics was good the other day; I was there about five hours and was really pleased with how the project turned out. Nothing quite as satisfying as a good creative day.

Meow, if you think I was bad to my phone SIM, you ain't seen nuthin'! I had the first version of The Sims on my computer back in 2001, and I got so fed up with this one guy that I removed all his doors and windows, got rid of all his furniture to include his shower and toilet, and then set the game on fast-forward to watch him die, which happened after he wet himself and passed out on the floor a few times. When I showed my brother, with whom I was living at the time, he said, "that's just wrong."

Talking about wrong: Adult Diaper Sales Soar in China. Yick. Thanks John.

posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 10:50 PM

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