Reader Poll Monday, Dawn Standard Time.
Never. I mean it — I hack away at my own, probably once a month or so. Yeah, it looks like hell. But just ask me about the $20 hairspray I can buy with what I save!
I get into moods wherein I need to wipe the slate clean, and I pitch a quarter of my apartment’s contents at least every six months. At which time I realize I suddenly have all this SPACE and need to buy more shit to fill it right back up.
Beach? What’s that?
Beggars can’t be choosers.
Last week. It was some kind of caramel-and-chocolate phenomenon. *swoon*
Something that lets me combine my editorial goddessness (I know it’s not a word — it’s called irony, people, sheesh! LOL) and event coordination. I loved party-planning when I was in fund-raising — this time, I’d like to spend other people’s money who HAVE money to burn!
Salt. I can buy carby snacks and they will sit in my pantry for a year. But ice cream? I’d eat it on the way home from the grocery store if I were ghetto enough to keep utensils in the armrest.
And miss out on the crunchy goodness of the Potomac River?
I think I grew up in the era of “not-dates.” You know, you get 10 people together and if you spend a lot of time with one person, then it’s a date-but-not-really. And my best dates? Usually outings with my friends — we get dressed up, we talk and laugh, we have fun, we actually eat what we order, etc.
Have you taped a copy of “Queer Eye” for the office cologne bandit and surreptitiously slipped it to him? Because you should. And I love me some men’s cologne, but not the whole BOTTLE at ONCE!
On iTunes: Moby, “Porcelain”
