10.10.03
I'm excited about riding Mission Space tonight! I just hope it's not a disaster like Rock n Roller Coaster was. Don't ask if you don't want a lecture.
Well, I'm officially out of Mary Kay. I got my big check for my returned product. I was expecting a reduced check for some other "fine print" kind of crap like they like to pull, but I actually got the whole amount I was expecting. Good, now my Discover card won't be such a black hole of Mary Kay debt. I feel better with it just having shoes and vacations on it :o)
Danielle mentioned that she was a coat whore. I have always referred to my unhealthy addition to winter coats a fetish, but I like coat whore more. I may have problems calling myself a whore. I'll have to look into that.
On that note, Danielle lives in TN, where it might actually get cold someday. I, on the other hand, live in Florida. It NEVER gets more than "sweater-cold" here. Why do I need a mink trimmed wool coat and a fox trimmed leather wrap? There are more dead animals in my closet than in a Gap store. *This is an official cry for help.*
I hit 100 mph in Cher last night. It feels like 40. I love her.
Well, I'm officially out of Mary Kay. I got my big check for my returned product. I was expecting a reduced check for some other "fine print" kind of crap like they like to pull, but I actually got the whole amount I was expecting. Good, now my Discover card won't be such a black hole of Mary Kay debt. I feel better with it just having shoes and vacations on it :o)
Danielle mentioned that she was a coat whore. I have always referred to my unhealthy addition to winter coats a fetish, but I like coat whore more. I may have problems calling myself a whore. I'll have to look into that.
On that note, Danielle lives in TN, where it might actually get cold someday. I, on the other hand, live in Florida. It NEVER gets more than "sweater-cold" here. Why do I need a mink trimmed wool coat and a fox trimmed leather wrap? There are more dead animals in my closet than in a Gap store. *This is an official cry for help.*
I hit 100 mph in Cher last night. It feels like 40. I love her.
