Aug 03 2008
stuff in my purse, and something about phone calls
1. Purse. I got it at Target. Woot. Also yes, I know that my purse isn’t in my purse.
2. Bag that holds all my lip gloss.
3. Gum.
4. Mints I stole from a hotel I didn’t even stay in. In which I didn’t even stay, rather.
5. Rubber band for hair emergencies.
6. Glasses case.
7. Nineteen varieties of lip gloss. I think I have a problem.
8. Sunglasses.
9. More sunglasses.
10. Even more sunglasses.
11. Reading glasses. Do you notice the zebra print? Oh yeah.
12. Wallet.
13. iPod (with broken screen because I dropped it, and at first I could read half of the screen, but now I can’t read any of the screen, so it’s always an adventure trying to find a song) and car charger/player hookup dealy.
14. Keys. I still have too many, but I need them all. I’m like a janitor.
15. Hand lotion.
16. Moleskine.
17. Earrings.
18. Phone. I’m kind of thinking about having a phone-a-thon again to kill some minutes. In fact, what the hell? Why not? Anybody want me to call them? I’ll totally do it (provided you live within the continental United States, that is, sorry… the rates jump to someplace between “exorbitant” and “are you kidding?” when it comes to dialing a number outside of the country). Here’s the deal: e-mail me your phone number and I’ll call you. In order for this to have any point whatsoever, since I have to make the calls before the minutes are free, the phone calls have to take place on weekdays before 7 p.m, meaning that phone calls will take place in the window between 5-7. I promise to chat with you for about 10 minutes or so. I also promise that after I call you I will delete your email with your number in it, and then forget your number (not that I’ll have it memorized — I’ve had this phone for a little more than a year and I still don’t quite know my number), so please show me the same courtesy. I’ll call people until Friday. Oh, but on Friday, the call would have to be in the afternoon, because at 5, I’ll be on my way to my friend’s wedding. Okay, swell, cheers, etc.
I’m assuming the Groucho glasses are in the glasses case…
I’ve always been curious about ‘The Lip Gloss Question’. The simplest form of this question is, ‘Why?’, because never not once ever have I been swayed for or against a woman’s attractive factor or the number of ‘t’s in the word ‘hot’ used to describe her based on the presence of one or more glossy lip.
So, is there some deeper reason behind the madness? Do the cosmetic companies lace the gloss with sweet delicious heroin?
Caryn — No, the Groucho glasses were on my face. Heheheh.
Sir — Hm. I suppose I can only answer this question in relation to myself, so for my part, I say that you shouldn’t think too hard about it, because in terms of a deep meaning, there is none. Lip gloss is just one of those things and I like it just because I like it, because I can. It doesn’t have anything to do with anybody else or whether or not boys will think I’m pretty, it’s just a small pleasure for its own sake. I don’t believe that lip gloss is the key to love or life or stopping traffic, it’s just… fun. Meaning, I guess, that the short answers to your questions are, respectively: because, no, and I have a theory.
I would love to chat with you sometime (I have skype, so I can totally call you for free); shoot me an email and lmk when would be good, it would be so great to “meet” you after all this time
(and no kidding about the lip gloss, what a trip!)
moleskine: soft or hard covered?
You look so friggin’ organized
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all the wine — Hardcover moleskine.
DrZibbs — Hahaha if I look organized I am just faking you out.
I have dozens of varieties of mascara and colorstay lipcolor. I am addicted.
Ah, Lip Gloss, awoman’s mood-ring…for her lips!