Holy crap!

1) The plumber actually showed up! Damn, I KNEW I shoulda washed my hair earlier. No tub for a day or so = not fun.

2) The Eddie Izzard tickets came, and they're just beeyootyful. I may sleep with them.

3) "Children of Men" is a damn good movie, but I feel like a doofus for not recognizing Michael Caine (he's up there with Sean Connery in the Ridiculously Hot Old Guys category).

4) I'm sniffin' Bond No 9's New Haarlem today. Started pretty, faded to popcorn, still smells like it 4 hours in. Dan and the plumber (this is a very... er... forward sort of plumber) both like it. It's better than Broadway Nite, which I said- and Dan agreed- smelled like prossies, but not nearly enough better to be the delicious HG I hope to find. My insanely cheap full bottle of Fendi Theorema should arrive today/tomorrow, and I'm in the bidding for cheap-OH Badgley Mischka, so at least I won't smell BORING for the forseeable future. :)

Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang

So I'm trying to watch this movie, but I think the butt-itch factor is getting so high I'm gonna have to give up on it for a while. Harry (Robert Downey, Jr) just discovered this broad he and Gay (Val Kilmer) found dead (and whom Gay then accidentally shot) earlier in the evening, only now she's in Harry's shower stall, and he accidentally peed on the corpse. Oh, dear. Never mind the prior boobgrabbingmisunderstanding between Harry and his high-school sweetheart. I don't mind the complication, but I'm starting to wish someone would kill Harry's dumb ass so I can stop squirming through his various humiliations. It's not as painful as watching Ben Stiller, but pretty close. Meh. Gonna see if there's anything else on.

(Later)
Well, "Eastern Promises" is great, and "Constantine" is great fun, so two outta three worked. Not a bad average.

I AM the Emperor Fabulous!

Guess who gets to see Eddie Izzard in Miami on June 14th? MEMEMEMEMEMEME!! I got sweeeeet seats six rows from the stage, too. Hell, yeah!

I can't believe I'm anxious to go to work.

Yeah, I'm pretty much bored off my ass. Woke up at insanely-early-o'clock, went and bought Commits- I swear, eventually I'll wean off of 'em, but anything's better than praying to Joe Camel- talked to my mom, and did some housecleaning. Now I'm thinking about attacking my iTunes list, but I am so not feeling like digging through 1500 songs for title-and-artist misspellings and album covers and stuff.

Would it be incredibly lazy and wasteful of me to buy a new shower curtain? I can't get the damn thing clean, and it's kinda grossing me out.

This is ridiculous. Maybe I should start doing recreational drugs- don't they take up a lot of time? *sigh* Maybe I'll go to the usedbookstore.

53 reasons I need a new car

I've been seriously debating the plusandminuses of eating disorders, but overall I think the best solution to my nonsmoking weight gain is to buy a car. I have to do it soon, before my Camry explodes in the middle of Kirkman causing a multiple car pileup and negating the need to choose between planting and cremation. If I have a car payment, that's less money to spend on cheeseburgers, and a new car would mean I can GO PLACES, like the beach and home to see my family, so I'd be out doing stuff instead of sitting on my booty wanting to do stuff.

I'm still sniffin' samples, trying to pick a new perfume (or two, or eight). Haven't decided fo' sho' yet, but am currently DIGGING my Fendi Theorema sample- of COURSE, as it's discontinued and expensive- which just arrived today. It's freaking delicious, like oranges and cloves and cinnamon. It smells like Christmas. Maybe not right for hot weather down here, but then again, I keep sniffing my wrist and making growly noises, so.... hm. My top choices so far seem to mostly be foody scents, maybe cause I've had loads of.. er.. social success when I smelled vaguely of cookies, but I'm still working out which ones smell like ME, not like some .alt version I wish I were. My faves so far:

Guerlain Iris Ganache (flowers on creme brulee!)
Badgley Mischka (not my absolute fave, but it's getting mad compliments)
Chanel Coco (incense-y, far more sophisticated than I am, but classic and beautiful)
Lolita Lempicka L (not fancy, just pretty. Perfect for summer)
Hermes Hermessences Ambre Narguile (a warm blanket of amber and honey. If it just had a *tiny* dash of sexy, I'd own a bottle already)

Got a couple more on the way, a couple on the to-do list, and a couple to retry- Guerlain Mitsouko smelled amazing once, then like Granny's catbox once, so it gets a third try... but on my day off. Annick Goutal Sables I'm still debating, cause I can't figure out why something that smells just exactly like peppered maple syrup makes me happy every time I sniff it.

So I put in to get off work early today just cause I could, not cause I expected it to happen. With the lame-o closing schedule I have now, it's unusual to get a chance to bail, but today it slowed down and just never picked back up. Fine by me, it had been nothing but travel agents adjusting existing reservations (i.e., no money for me!) and my work buddy had the day off, so I was grumpy and bored.... but now I'm home, and I really don't have a damn thing to do except read, watch tv, clean house, or go to Target. Bo-ring. I should at least be using my pass to go to a famous expensive theme park... but I'm edgy about explosions while driving over there. Yep, it's time to buy a car!

Mmmmm, bacon

So Dan and I went to Chili's on I Drive for dinner last night. Man... only in Touristland do you have to wait for a two-top on a Monday. I was SO ready to try those new cheeseburgers they've been pimping all over the tv, with the porny lookin' bacon? Well, yeah... I got two bites in, started feeling like a "Ren & Stimpy" I saw in the wayback ("Chew!.......Chew!.......Chew!") and said, "Jeez, babe, it's like I'm trying to floss with a tendon!" Dan nearly choked with grossedoutness, so I gave him a sample. Three "CHEW!s" later, his eyes widened and he started making snorky laughing sounds, swallowed, and said, "It IS like flossing with a tendon!" and I said, "Yep. And it's not even a really baconflavored one. It's Soylent Pig."

Come to think of it, I have another bacon cheeseburger related story- can you tell I'm off my diet again? So I went to BK after work the other night, ordered my BCB and Cheezy Taters, waited 7 minutes in the drive thru (this is a longer time than it sounds like when your car is as f-ed up as mine). When the car in front of me at the window gave up and left I pulled up, waited another 3, 4 minutes. FINALLY, a dorky, normal looking dude about my own age, wearing a drivethru headset, glanced out the drive-thru window, sighed, opened the (I cannot emphasize this enough) drive-thru window, and said, "Yes?" I waited, but he just looked at me, bored. I said, "Um, if you don't mind, I'd like to pick up the food I ordered." He stared out for a moment, sighed, then poked at his touch screen about nineteen times, said, "BCB and Taters?" I said, "Yep," and he handed 'em over. I had to flap a fiver at him after the food handoff, but he looked so exhausted at the prospect of needing to render change I felt guilty for paying for, like, days. Pretty good burger, though

Bad movies, King Arthur, and The Doctor

I've found a distraction from the insanity of job hunting and still trying to get the house organized- Doctor Who is the shizzle, y'all! I never got into it when i was younger, but a friend-of-a-friend made us watch the entire first season of the new ones, and I am all over that show. Got a LOT of years to catch up on.

Believe it or not, I had no idea they were finally making a film version of "The Dark Is Rising" 'til this past Sunday. Dunno how I missed it, as my fascination with wiki-spidering is less than 4 months old, but I did- hell, I've looked the books- and Susan Cooper- up within the past three months, definitely one rainy day just before I moved, and SAW NO MENTION of this crap adaptation. Dammit! I'm horrified by the alterations, and by the way John Hodge (whose prior work for Danny Boyle I'd enjoyed very much-except, of course, 'The Beach') has butchered the novel, with the bullshit excuse that no-one really remembers the series anyway- WE DO, ASSHOLE- but, whoa. I don't want to go into the fantastically detailed sort of rant I've read elsewhere, the kind I subjected Dan to (for HOURS) on Sunday. I discovered the sequence in the 4th-maybe 5th-grade, and just... oh, I loved them. Had to buy one each month with my allowance money, as the Scholastic paper (remember those?) featured only one per month, and there are 5 total in the series. I loved them. Those books ate my head, absorbed me utterly, in a way few others ever have.

I've spent this week job hunting, in a half assed kind of way- in Tallahassee, you COULD apply online for some things, but it wasn't the best way to get a job- or even an interview. In Orlando, you HAVE to. If you go to job fairs, all the booth-people do is hand you business cards and tell you where to apply online. So strange. I did have a good interview with Macy's (for two different malls!), and I've got one for The Mouse tomorrow, but nothing seriously promising yet. OH MY GOD WE'RE GOING BANKRUPT. Ahem.

Side note: Don't EVER buy Sam's fragranced trash bags. They smell like cheap elderly whores.

Okay, don't shoot me yet.

Quiet and hollow all day after last night's meltdown. Not to TMI, but I absentmindedly started reading the patient info that came with my pills while in the john a little while ago, and guess what? Severe depression was listed as a possible problem. I just started my 3rd month on Yaz, the bc pills that are marketed as a wonderful, fabulous godsend for women with severe PMS. The smarmy tv ads (with the obnoxious doctor chick at a SATC-type party) obsessively lecture on the dangers of smoking, but do they mention the possibility that your severe PMS might turn into PLAYING WITH RAZORS?!!??! Nope. So I got online, Googled Yaz + depression, and what did I find? A plethora of reviews from women who have not only had major depressive issues, but gained weight and had CHUNKS OF THEIR HAIR FALL OUT. I am so angry about this. As if I haven't had a hard enough time for the past 12 years dealing with my brain's natural f-ed-up-ness, I gotta have these deceptive pharmaceutical bastards marketing a pill as helpful that actually makes things WORSE? And it doesn't help that Dan spent fifty dollars on these things Tuesday, money we NEEDED, and the only reason we've been willing to pay so much is that they were supposed to be HELPING me. So we're out fifty bucks, plus whatever money we spend on...er... something else, because I'll NEVER take one of those horrible things again. Grrrr... at least I can quit taking them, and maybe quickly get my life back to maintenance-level pain rather than the horrible wracking misery it's been for two months. Thank God for small (actually, middlin'-large) favors.