o I keep frequenting this consignment shop pretty much every Saturday. It's probably reached a level of dependance that could be considered "unhealthy". Anyhow, I've never been one to listen to the tiny voices in my head (or the ones coming from the PA on top of a cop car), so I continue to go even as I think "maybe your should save your money."
This week I bought a chair. Not just any chair of course, but a Men's Valet. Is that like a man-purse or a European carry-all? Not quite, but it probably borders on it. It's basically a chair with lots of odd hooks and containers on it that sits really low to the ground. I'm not sure, but I think some of the decorative parts look a lot like wrist and ankle straps. Plus its UL approved. I'll plug it in later this week and see what's shakin'.
Eddie update: he sucks, has sucked, and so shall continue to suck all the days of his life, Amen. And he ralphed on my carpet Saturday.
Speaking of Saturday (for the third time), two former ISU guys came down and visited. We did each other's hair, put on some nighties, and had pillow fights. Just like old times.
In the more hetero areas of my life, things have improved with 003. Apparently the restraining order was a big mix up, and the contract on my life is on hold now. So we're all good. The lesson I picked up from the whole ordeal is that occasionally (very rarely) when people say or write things, they might actually be serious, and not have 14 levels of agendas and mis-direction imbedded into the communication. It's wacky, I know. I'm still rather suspect of it all, but you don't get to be the lady-killer I am (ha ha) by being "square" .
I still haven't got my new camera. I don't feel like using my old one now that I've seen the light. I mean, it's like getting a job offer from Steak and Shake while you're still working at Syd's House of Cooked Grease. You give your two weeks notice, but man, who want's to show up at Syd's anymore? You could be serving STEAK BURGERS for heaven's sake. So yeah. And I guess it's sort of for sale, although my Dad and a guy off the internet expressed tepid interest.
PS: Chad, I went to Lucca Grill Saturday night, and although I didn't run into you, I must ask if you noticed anything about some of the staff memebers. Like they were frighteningly attractive. I almost ate with utensils, just to impress them.