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A. Tina Fey is a sorceress! Back when this sketch aired, everyone was like, "Oh-ho-ho, what a charming farce!" And now? :-/
B. I just got around now to reading the Harper's September issue. In it there's a profile of Smythson's creative director Samantha Cameron, whom I totes want to be besties with, and it mentions Smythson's pink-covered Bible.
...is it weird to covet a Bible? Signs point to yes!
"I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world."
Okay, good to know.
C. Re: "Lovestoned/I Think She Knows"
Dear Justin Timberlake,
Next time, excise the Lovestoned part, which sounds like every other song on your record, and make a whole song that sounds like "I Think She Knows," which is so good.
[Go here, skip to 3:28 and let the waves of love pass over you.]
D. OMFG, I love a certain political consultant on 30 Rock.
E. So as I mentioned, a couple of months ago,
start_0ver sent me a box she made:


And she totally tricked me because she mentioned that she would be including an imp of Shoggoth but neglected to tell me that she would also be sending my Holy Grail scent, Storyville. And so, I cried like a little girl.
Today I got a package in the mail. I wasn't expecting anything and tbph, I was a little nervy. There are a lot of nutso people out there and you just never know. My mom's going, "Do you want me to open it?" like she's going to throw herself on top of the box because I was delicately edging the tape off and trying to open it away from me. And...and...what was it?!
Also a couple of months ago, BPTP had sold a limited edition scent called Crypt Queen in its very own crypt. I wasn't too into the scent but I wanted that crypt. Unfortunately, they sold like, only 40 and they were all gone before I get one. So I didn't get one. Until now!

Conclusion:
start_0ver is insane...ly awesome.
F. And oh goodness, I totally missed her last night during Gossip Girl. I won't spoil it except to say that I approve of Chace Crawford shooting more scenes in his underpants. That made me want to write disturbing fic in which I'm a frumpy guidance counselor and he's the emotionally unavailable two-fingered doofus who gets turned on by my scrapbooking hobby.
G. This is shaping up to be an excellent month. I am going to see The Golden Compass tomorrow (and if I could dress up like a panserbjorne, I would). School is almost dunzo for the semester. I asked my dad to bring up my bike next time he was up here and he said, "It got rained on and rusted real bad--why don't we just get you a new one when you need it?" The whole reason I was longing for my bike was because I saw this sweet Schwinn Stingray last week.
And it looks like I'll get to see not only my
monooka* but also Ben. Yay!
*Speaking of, she told me this hilarious story of being at a Some Band show and talking to some chick there. M mentioned me and said chick goes, "Oh, Salome! I know Salome! We're best friends!" Which part is funnier--that I have absolutely no idea who this woman is or that she claimed best friendery whilst speaking to my IRL best friend?
B. I just got around now to reading the Harper's September issue. In it there's a profile of Smythson's creative director Samantha Cameron, whom I totes want to be besties with, and it mentions Smythson's pink-covered Bible.
...is it weird to covet a Bible? Signs point to yes!
"I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world."
Okay, good to know.
C. Re: "Lovestoned/I Think She Knows"
Dear Justin Timberlake,
Next time, excise the Lovestoned part, which sounds like every other song on your record, and make a whole song that sounds like "I Think She Knows," which is so good.
[Go here, skip to 3:28 and let the waves of love pass over you.]
D. OMFG, I love a certain political consultant on 30 Rock.
E. So as I mentioned, a couple of months ago,
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And she totally tricked me because she mentioned that she would be including an imp of Shoggoth but neglected to tell me that she would also be sending my Holy Grail scent, Storyville. And so, I cried like a little girl.
Today I got a package in the mail. I wasn't expecting anything and tbph, I was a little nervy. There are a lot of nutso people out there and you just never know. My mom's going, "Do you want me to open it?" like she's going to throw herself on top of the box because I was delicately edging the tape off and trying to open it away from me. And...and...what was it?!
Also a couple of months ago, BPTP had sold a limited edition scent called Crypt Queen in its very own crypt. I wasn't too into the scent but I wanted that crypt. Unfortunately, they sold like, only 40 and they were all gone before I get one. So I didn't get one. Until now!

Conclusion:
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
F. And oh goodness, I totally missed her last night during Gossip Girl. I won't spoil it except to say that I approve of Chace Crawford shooting more scenes in his underpants. That made me want to write disturbing fic in which I'm a frumpy guidance counselor and he's the emotionally unavailable two-fingered doofus who gets turned on by my scrapbooking hobby.
G. This is shaping up to be an excellent month. I am going to see The Golden Compass tomorrow (and if I could dress up like a panserbjorne, I would). School is almost dunzo for the semester. I asked my dad to bring up my bike next time he was up here and he said, "It got rained on and rusted real bad--why don't we just get you a new one when you need it?" The whole reason I was longing for my bike was because I saw this sweet Schwinn Stingray last week.
And it looks like I'll get to see not only my
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*Speaking of, she told me this hilarious story of being at a Some Band show and talking to some chick there. M mentioned me and said chick goes, "Oh, Salome! I know Salome! We're best friends!" Which part is funnier--that I have absolutely no idea who this woman is or that she claimed best friendery whilst speaking to my IRL best friend?
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