WHich may or may not be the actual line in that song.  I don't care, that's how I sing it.

I'm attending a MAC makeup class this afternoon.  I'm both looking forward to it and being slightly jaded about it, like I've attended HUNDREDS of MAC makeup classes before or something.  Which I have not.  I haven't attended a one.  But today I shall.  I just ( Read more... )

I'm not really sure about the MAC holiday collection.  Everything is either too light or too brown.  Brown is fine for eyeshadow, but I'm not buying a brown lip gloss, no how, no way.

The Lush holiday collection looks FABULOUS and I want to buy all of it right now.  I don't think that will be happening, but I can dream.  There is a bath bomb that ( Read more... )

Things I did this weekend ( Read more... )

I am now Master Bowman, instead of just Bowman.

Thank you.  I am that awesome.

If I win the lottery, I'm buying a boyfriend.  Yeah.  I am.  Men buy girlfriends, why can't I buy a guy?

If shoulder pads are coming back, I am not wearing them.  Won't, can't make me.  I didn't like them in 80s, I like them even less now.

How is archery going?

Archery is going fucking fabulous and I love it to little tiny bits.

I almost doubled my score from last week, and I still out-shot both of the young men in my class.  Well, they're probably early thirties, but I can call them young men.

Oh, and since I shot over a 100, I got a little prize - a little patch that says "Bowman" ( Read more... )

A woman in my group suggested that I make a list of things that I would like to do to Formerly Cute IS Guy, as a way of getting over my anger.  So, here it is, in no particular order.

1.  Rub his face against a cheese grater.

2.  Force him to listen to NKOTB until he loves them.

3.  Tell him he can't have nice shoes because he sucks.

4.  Point out his ( Read more... )

I'm having one of those times when I'm just irritable and moody and bitchy and nothing is making me happy.  I'm lonely, rejected, and crabby.

Also, if I thought I was dying, I don't think I'd want Brock Sampson to sing "Move This" to me.  I think I'd rather he sing "Miss You" by the Stones or something.

Here's the thing, I'm not going to be rude to you, but I'm also through with being considerate of your damn feelings.  You never seemed to give a shit about mine, so I think it's just fair that I should return the favour.  You fucking jerk.

I wish I could get over feeling rejected, that's what stings the most.  It's like, I wasn't good enough.  I'll ( Read more... )