Jennifer Trudeau (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bibleofhell) wrote,@ 2009-06-11 09:56:00 |
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Pedicures. Differential Diagnostics. Relapse.
I like pedicures. I like them even more now that the girl who did my last pedicure wanted to know how old I was and was shocked to find out I'll be 39 this year. Big tip for you! I don't generally think or care about that sort of thing, but her shock was profound, and that was somehow rewarding. She looked about 18 herself. I don't remember turning 30, or even 35. (I do remember turning 25, because I quit my job as a result of it, thinking I was far too talented & promising to be an editor/writer in a management consulting firm at my age. I also made sure to get in a 10-day California vacation before I abandoned that paycheck, proof of the infallibility my priorities in the matter.)
This pedicure was the offsetting indulgence that got me started on what seems to be a sort of buying binge -- a thing not entirely unheard of in my insular, bibliophilic/misanthropic little world, but still rare enough to bear noting. Results: a mad bookstore spree, many online Clinique purchases (so flippin handy! No eejit counter girls to be hounded by). A Bath & Body Works 75% off sale resulted in nigh-obscene amounts of all manner of unnecessary pamperish girlie smellies. Eminem's new 22-song double CD, Relapse & a black Relapse hoodie I could NOT resist.*
Doing my part for the economy also brought home mad Kindle book purchases, and, significantly and justifiably, a new black Perry Ellis briefcase for work which almost even shouldn't count because I've needed one for over a year and have held off because I just couldn't find one I liked that was big enough and matched my Franklin planner. Perfect match accomplished, on a 50% sale... plus my mother-in-law insisted on paying for half of it [she's all about gifts like that]. So, score.
Ever so very unlike me, all this consumerism. And yet, loot! You're welcome, America!
Writing is consuming and demanding these days. Reading likewise. Greek has ended and I'm about half through chemistry. My textbook fetish is preposterous. I'm running out of space in the book room.
And now. Another Relapse.
* See next entry.
I like pedicures. I like them even more now that the girl who did my last pedicure wanted to know how old I was and was shocked to find out I'll be 39 this year. Big tip for you! I don't generally think or care about that sort of thing, but her shock was profound, and that was somehow rewarding. She looked about 18 herself. I don't remember turning 30, or even 35. (I do remember turning 25, because I quit my job as a result of it, thinking I was far too talented & promising to be an editor/writer in a management consulting firm at my age. I also made sure to get in a 10-day California vacation before I abandoned that paycheck, proof of the infallibility my priorities in the matter.)
This pedicure was the offsetting indulgence that got me started on what seems to be a sort of buying binge -- a thing not entirely unheard of in my insular, bibliophilic/misanthropic little world, but still rare enough to bear noting. Results: a mad bookstore spree, many online Clinique purchases (so flippin handy! No eejit counter girls to be hounded by). A Bath & Body Works 75% off sale resulted in nigh-obscene amounts of all manner of unnecessary pamperish girlie smellies. Eminem's new 22-song double CD, Relapse & a black Relapse hoodie I could NOT resist.*
Doing my part for the economy also brought home mad Kindle book purchases, and, significantly and justifiably, a new black Perry Ellis briefcase for work which almost even shouldn't count because I've needed one for over a year and have held off because I just couldn't find one I liked that was big enough and matched my Franklin planner. Perfect match accomplished, on a 50% sale... plus my mother-in-law insisted on paying for half of it [she's all about gifts like that]. So, score.
Ever so very unlike me, all this consumerism. And yet, loot! You're welcome, America!
Writing is consuming and demanding these days. Reading likewise. Greek has ended and I'm about half through chemistry. My textbook fetish is preposterous. I'm running out of space in the book room.
And now. Another Relapse.
* See next entry.
