music: The Doobie Brothers - South City Midnight Lady
i think i've lost my sense of smell.
been sick since last friday with some crazy virus that started out like the flu and ended with a really awful cough and a stuffed up nose that aren't quite gone yet.
my nose is unplugged, but i can't smell anything.
i've been saving up all the perfume samples i find in magazines hoping it'll come back. so far i have Pucci Vivara, Chloe, Burberry Beat and Tommy Hilfiger Dreaming.
but anyway.
tomorrow i need to buy some top coat nail polish and a new sally hansen lip inflation extreme. i had to throw out my old one because it got sand in it on a trip to the beach last summer.
i also need to put my extensions back in.
i took them out last weekend because they were getting kind of saggy and gross, and they were so difficult to get out that i decided to just keep them out. but i really miss my long, beautiful hair! short hair just doesn't do it for me.
i was watching A Knight's Tale earlier today, but it just freaks me out watching movies with dead actors in them. like breakfast at tiffany's. it's one of the most amazing movies ever, but seeing george peppard walking around and talking is WEIRD AS BALLS, since he died like 10 years ago.
the most incendiary of verse/naive of assumptions/skewed of perceptions/awkward of misunderstandings/desperate of desires for unequivocal esteem.