In addition to my still slick waxed legs, I've gotten quite a few things done to me: Although I got them waxed a few weeks ago I recently had my eyebrows reshaped (different than I've ever had them, I like 'em.) then I had them tinted (a bit dark for my tastes, but it will fade) then I got my hair permed (a large rod wave, not tight curls like The Honeyman called my "nast perm", more like the effects of using a waver on my hair then sleeping on it overnight), which lightened my hair quite a bit. The day after the perm was done I noticed nice little bald (well, stubble) spots--the largest of which (nickel sized) is on the very top of my head, right in the crown area where I was wanting body rather than...well, stubble. The solution? Creative parting, my friend; creative parting.
And next week I am getting red peak-a-boo highlights and also I am now addicted to Winsor Pilates. (ooh, I'm gonna ache tomorrow.) What am I becoming?! Hahaha.
Lest I gain a Plastic reputation, I spent my entire drive home tonight blasting Star Trekkin' ("only going forward 'cause we can't find reverse"), singing along, and trying to decide between watching Ghostbusters or Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring.
As some of my friends say: "A nerd with style" or "geek chic"--I love that.
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I saw Michael (formerly MyBoyfriendMike, not to be confused with ThisMichael formerly known as MyBoyfriendMike, nor ThatOneGuy,Mike never known as MyBoyfriendMike; got that?) this afternoon. I was sitting in my car while talking on my phone to The Honeyman. Michael came out of the building and got into his car (which was parked next to me), he grabbed something out of it and as I was pulling away I looked up and he was waving to me. I know, awww, but it will NEVER LAST, I say. We had to break up. Don't feel bad, I mean, he'll be 40 soon... He has a younger brother, I'm looking into it.
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Today I was reading a few books written by medical examiners, and as much as they freak me out they thoroughly interest me. For example, the Lindberg baby did not actually die from a skull fracture, but rather probably asphyxiation. All the skull showed was that it was not fully fused, which would be normal in a baby. I don't know if that German guy (who was found guilty and got the death penalty) did it or not, but the evidence was pretty overwhelming against him.
Also, Marilyn Monroe did not have drugs in her stomache, only her bloodstream. Which leads some conspiracists to declare she had to have been injected, rather than a suicidal overdose of pills. Some medical examiners just talk about how her body could have actually absorbed it quickly, therefore sticking with the self-inflicted overdose, whether accidental or intentional. Whateva.
If we started a letter writing campaign do you think we could get the people behind Dr. G to stop blurring things out during her autopsies? Maybe just the late-at-night episodes? I mean, come on. When you blur a sliced open torso I can understand (hello FCC), but to blur out an oversized heart while you are weighing it and describing its hugeness and discoloration, etc?! These are times when visuals are necessary! Come on, TLC.
Hmmm, that reminds me...the new seasons of CSI were just released on DVD and Christmas is in a few weeks. Need my address for the delivery?
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