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I thought I'd make a couple of observations and declarations while I wait for my hair to turn purple. I figure it's better that I sit still than wander around and leave a trail "never getting my deposit back" dye all over the place.
http://www.evangelinescostumemansion.com/ <----This is my current and only reason for remaining alive. Beginning August 1st, this bordello of doom accessible by creepy elevator becomes available to the public. It's mad Halloween schtuff everywhere. I love it, I love it.
I don't love the fact that every single item I purchase in Target now has Febreze in it. Detergent? Febreze. Fabric softener? Febreze. Dish soap? Febreze. Tampons? Febreze. Fuck off, Febreze. I swear I'm allergic to the shit. It's bad enough on my clothing. I won't elaborate.
Old people in Corvettes: GO. FASTER. Your automobile is a fine-tuned machine, you tool. Man do I hate being stuck behind a geriatric in a sports car going 60 in the fast lane.
I had an interview at Folsom Prison, which I fucked up. I really wanted to put Folsom Prison Blues on my 'Space and live happily ever after. Granted it's 30 something miles from my current residence, but I was willing to relocate. There are pros and cons to that. Pro: Ability to stumble out of bed and to the prison each morning without rage-inducing commute. Con: Extreme abundance of white people in sports utility vehicles everywhere. Pro: Crime Scene Investigation van would not be in my parking space as often Con: No longer would I be minutes from the airport and thus internet boyfriends.
I don't know. We'll see.
http://www.evangelinescostumemansion.com/ <----This is my current and only reason for remaining alive. Beginning August 1st, this bordello of doom accessible by creepy elevator becomes available to the public. It's mad Halloween schtuff everywhere. I love it, I love it.
I don't love the fact that every single item I purchase in Target now has Febreze in it. Detergent? Febreze. Fabric softener? Febreze. Dish soap? Febreze. Tampons? Febreze. Fuck off, Febreze. I swear I'm allergic to the shit. It's bad enough on my clothing. I won't elaborate.
Old people in Corvettes: GO. FASTER. Your automobile is a fine-tuned machine, you tool. Man do I hate being stuck behind a geriatric in a sports car going 60 in the fast lane.
I had an interview at Folsom Prison, which I fucked up. I really wanted to put Folsom Prison Blues on my 'Space and live happily ever after. Granted it's 30 something miles from my current residence, but I was willing to relocate. There are pros and cons to that. Pro: Ability to stumble out of bed and to the prison each morning without rage-inducing commute. Con: Extreme abundance of white people in sports utility vehicles everywhere. Pro: Crime Scene Investigation van would not be in my parking space as often Con: No longer would I be minutes from the airport and thus internet boyfriends.
I don't know. We'll see.
