December 05, 2003

 television without pity 

i saw a girl walking on the unc campus today with a television without pity bookbag. it was bright yellow with that crazy logo in black. i wanted to run up to her and ask "which show are you addicted to??" (me, i love their west wing recaps, and their survivor snark.)

alas, it appears as if TWOP no longer offers the bookbag (if they ever did... this girl could have easily made her bag herself)... the closest i can get is these buttons, which are still pretty snappy.

i got an issue of budget living magazine in the mail. there's a stuck-on paper cover that says, "don't let this be your last issue! renew your subscription today!" but the thing is, i've never subscribed. i've only ever seen the magazine before in the rack at my hairdresser's salon. this makes me wonder whether someone is watching what i read and dropping the subscription cards into the nearest mailbox behind my back.

regardless, i read the magazine and it's... nice. it's ok. entertaining enough. i'll probably browse through the next issue while i'm waiting for my next haircut, but i don't think i'll subscribe. it's not in my budget for living. if any of y'all want to take a look, though, just say the word. i can leave it on your porch like some large white onion.

i find i am also not impressed with the david sedaris book i'm reading. i think it's too light. it was nice at the beach, but now that i'm home it's boring me. i keep thinking "i could be doing better things with my time." not a good sign, i'm afraid. it's a good thing the new issue of the sun came today. whew.

after the conference let out today i made a few house-related phone calls. i left voice mail for the tree guy, who is the only person i can think of that would have had the opportunity to smash the hell out of the chain-link fence at the top of my driveway. i didn't notice it until today. i left an uber-sweet message just asking if he knew what happend. if he calls back i'm going to see if i can reduce him to tears and get him to pay for the repair. i then phoned one of my ex-roofers to arrange gutter installation. (did i mention that the $2,000 supplemental check from the insurance company arrived yesterday?)

so then i went shopping. :^) i needed a bra. or two. i absolutely hate every single bra i have right now. it's awful. and as much as i detest bra-shopping, i currently detest my bras even more. if that's possible.

i was surprised to find that the bra i thought would give the least support actually did the nicest job. it's one of those cleavage-inducing push-up jobbies. this is a whole new world for me... it's going to take some getting used to. mostly because it increases my chest size quite a bit and i think i just might start popping out of some of my blouses. (apologies to my brother, who may or may not be reading this. i should have presented fair warning.)

i also picked up a couple of new blouses that should fit the new chest, but i'm not sure i'm going to keep them all. a liberal return policy is a girl's best friend.

ooh, speaking of clothes, tonight's episode of what not to wear was really fun. i about bust a gut when clinton, fed up with how his fashion victim had been carving up his own t-shirts, finally just looked at the camera and said, "stop cutting things up! everyone just stop!!" i heart clinton.

however funny, the episodes where they make over guys aren't as satisfying as a general rule. i guess i always admire the magic of a woman's hair & makeup re-do, and with the guys it usually isn't that dramatic.

damn, i could use some hair help myself about now. when it starts to get cold (brrr!) and dry, my hair behaves in a totally different way than it has during the humid summer months. it's like i have to re-learn what to do with it. add more product? stop washing it? cut it all off? i'm lost right now.

secretly i have fantasies of someone nominating me for "what not to wear", though i don't think i'm quite pitiful enough to make it on to the show. goddamit.

Posted by xta at December 5, 2003 11:45 PM | TrackBack
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