well, crap...

I met this girl with lovely skin, and she gave me the name of her dermatologist.

I recently quit using Retin-A because it thins my skin, and I don't need any further assistance in turning translucent, as my body seems to be doing it very well on itself.

So, I've been considering going to the dermatologist, to have him check out my skin.

Except that I just saw on the news that police are now searching for his KILLER, after his body was found in his office by his daughter, yesterday.

Damnit, now I need a new recommendation.

why it pays to be on mailing lists, sometimes...

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Pax

it's kinda like a real life memento, but not really, except sorta.

Might I suggest getting a tattoo on on your dumb ass?

From abcnews.go.com:

"She said Ingram had a similar amnesia incident in the mid-1990s. However, there's no indication as to what caused him to suddenly forget everything a few weeks ago."

Like maybe, "My name is Jeffrey Ingram. If found please call (contact number)?"

priceline is on my list...

From priceline.com:

"In most cases, Priceline Vacations Packages cannot be changed; cancelled, refunded or transferred once your package is purchased. This policy is what allows you to save so much on your vacation."

That's what it says in the customer service area of their site.

To me, "in most cases" implies that in some cases, packages can be changed.

American Airlines has two flights departing from LAX on the same day, for the same price, one at 6am, and the other at 11:10pm. I want to get off the 6am flight, and get on the 11:10pm flight.

Priceline says it's not possible.

American Airlines says it's not possible because the tickets are from Priceline, who says it's not possible.

Ironically, if I would have gotten the damned tickets from American Airlines in the first place, instead of from Priceline, I would have paid about $26 less for the same fucking tickets.

So, I officially do not endorse the use of Priceline, as they are inflexible pricks.

I gave them a plausible and understandable reason for the flight time change.

The people at Priceline don't care that theoretically my entire family will be in L.A. on that Sunday, following a theoretical cousin's wedding on Saturday, theoretically gathering together for the first time in over 8 years, and wanting to get together for a theoretically impromptu reunion that doesn't involve a ceremony or a reception afterward.

They're all like, "Too bad, loser. You bought the tickets, so live with it."

Me, I'd be all like, "Oh, my gosh! Everyone together for the first time in over 8 years for the celebration of a loved one's nuptials? Since the rules can be tweaked every once in a while, let's do it this time so that a happy gathering can happen just this one for this woman's family. How sad if they were all there except for her."

Sure, I really want to stay the extra few hours so that I am getting the most bang for my buck -- who takes a 3-day trip out of town to only really be gone two days, and leave before the crack of dawn on the third day? I mean, really? I'd have to be at the airport at like 3am on Sunday morning, for fuck's sake. That's CRAZY.

I really can't imagine that there are zillions of people clamoring to get back into Chicago at 5am on Monday morning. after all. Otherwise, not the same price for tickets and whatnot.

I sent them a nastygram, and am publicly condemning them for now.

dana made me do it.

SAVE THE CHEERLEADER - SAVE THE WORLD!

and he hasn't called since...

You know, I talked to the Dirty Boy at length a while ago.

Wherein he learned that other than a brief trip to Mexico as a toddler, I have never left the States.

And that I do not have a passport.

He travels around the world. A lot.

He works and saves money, travels a bunch, then works to make more money and travel again.

He isn't worried about security or responsibility.

I wish I was so brave.

I could probably be making more money where I work just as a stylist -- all the clients I have shuffled over to the new stylists I could have instead cultivated as clientele for myself, and probably have the same benefits and none of the responsibility. But, I'm afraid to lose the instant security that guaranteed salary and benefits offer. I also like making the schedule, and don't want someone else dictating to me when I can and can't take time off or do things I want to do.

Oh, and the swag. I love free things, and I wouldn't necessarily end up with all the loot I get if I weren't in charge. Is it worth the price of freedom? Probably not. But I'll never have to purchase shampoo again.

Maybe I should just take some time off that I want to take off, and go somewhere that isn't here.

cryptofun

I like doing crytogram puzzles. In fact, cryptograms are the new kakuro in my household.

However, I do not like the cryptofun that you have to enter all over der interweb to combat potential spammers. I find it irritating.

Matty had it on his site, and my argument against it is that utilizing it is prosiac and unimaginative, because everyone else already has it.

I think that anyone I would describe as an 'elitist, sassy, culturally-enriched, demi-hausfrau,' would shun the commonality of the "type the following gibberish into the box below, exactly as you read it" game that everyone seems to employ on their sites.

Especially when he moderates the comments already.

Cryptofun when I'm verifying an online concert ticket purchase? Yes, I'm not some maniacal bot fucking with commerce.

Cryptofun when I'm mocking someone's literary decisions? No thank you.

days of yore

Today, the dirty boy and I spoke on the phone at length, and I realized a lot of somethings about myself.

One of which being that I'm so very, very boring now.

I didn't use to be like this.

Once upon a time, I drank, I smoked, I inhaled, I stayed up for days on end, I was promiscuous, I was careless and free-wheeling, I had nothing, I wanted nothing, I was silly, I was pierced, I was dangerous, and I was fun.

I'm the one that wore the sheer black body suit with nothing underneath the top but a star and a moon made out duct tape, pretending to be pasties.

I'm the one that work the fishnet body stocking to a party with only tiny black panties and a black bra underneath.

I'm the one that wore the black corset, black vinyl hotpants, fishnets and black vinyl 5" platform stiletto boots that lace up to the knee to an anti-Valentine's Day fetish ball. Topped off with yards of black tulle and an elaborate black-veiled headpiece, I made a smashing evil anti-bride.

I'm the one that was the "sex kitten" at Alexander the Great's Halloween party, way back when.

I used to wear a motorcycle jacket that belonged to Bad Betty.

I loved the Sextacy Ball. Lords of Acid, Thrill Kill Kult, God Lives Underwater, Jack-Off Jill? Awesome.

I was a dirty, dirty girl.

A lot.

And now a typical evening includes pajamas, television, a microwaveable dinner, and sudoku or a crossword puzzle.

Do I still have a drag fetish? Of course. Boys dressed up like slutty girls are the yummiest.

My feelings on spanking? When you've had enough to drink, are having an obscenely good time and someone smacks you on the ass, it doesn't necessarily seem like such a bad idea.

Yes, I still have the boots, the hotpants, the fishnets and the corset.

The fishnet body stocking and motorcycle jacket? I gave those to an old roommate. Somehow they looked appropriate on him.

I think the naughty might still be in here somewhere, I'm just not sure how deep you'd have to dig to find it.