I’ve been trying to get my dog to make her bowel movements on the Mallard Filmore strip in the newspaper. It’ll happen someday, and when it does, I’ll know that the stars have aligned and I’ll finally be free to begin my Very Special Plan for this World.
Phase one is simple: Chug chug chug goes the motor.
Phase two is complex: Clang clang clang goes the trolley.
Every sweet, romantic sentiment was written sometime before 1968.
Work is still 1/4 part braying monsters, 3/4 parts acceptable human beings.
All together, an entire cup of human being parts. Sold!
A lot of people buy gizzards. I remain unconvinced.
LOST is starting again soon, I’m ridiculously pumped. Been researching the heqqq out of the little plotpoints I might’ve forgotten about. As it turns out, I have what the scientist’s refer to as ””’Photographic Memory””, when it comes to minor incidences that occur in my favorite television program. (I haven’t forgotten anything). :O) :0) :O)
OH, and Notorious, the Biggie biopic is opening whenevaaa. I’d go see it, but with who? No one I know would be 1/4 parts interested in seeing that movie.
I got some gorgeous new fragrances, TY2Walmart4daca$$$hba~~!~~
Mostly from BPAL, which I dig, because it allows to me to express my Middle School Goth gland through fragrance. Sort of goth musk gland thing then, I suppose. Better that than…anything else that is remotely gothic. Other than my nails right now, too, which are ””””””””’darkened plum”””””””””””, which translates on the nail to most all people except those with an extrodinarily refined color pallete as plain black. They’re quite shiny though, which even just looking jet black, sort of lends itself a vinyl charm. Either way, I was worried all day people were going to think I was all gOthIqUe. When you actually spend time as one of—those people— in your life, you never, ever want to be mistaken for one once you’ve grown out of the phase. If someone said I was gothic today, or anytime after say, 8th grade, I’d just be rendered completely speechless. I couldn’t even muster a defense. I fear just the words coming out of someone’s mouth, “R U GOTHIQ” would result in my pants being embaggened, enstrappened, enreflectivestripened, emplaided, and my shirt becoming an amorphous black band t-shirt, complete with such illustrious logos cycling through the ether as: Slipknot, ICP, Static-X, and Orgy.
Anyway, wasn’t I going to describe my new fragrances? Yeah, I was.
Candy Phoenix is adorable, it smells just like some powder sugar’d raspberry pastilles, or like one of Lush’s candy fragrances. Probably most like the powder one, the soap is a little more berry–this is a little more sugar. Very cute though, and I dig it for days where I’m not looking to be thought of as anything more than a pleasant thing that is about the place.
Then I have this one, Beaver’versery or something to that affect, which is pretty much strawberry cheesecake. I like it, but I really am not in love with the idea of smelling exactly, distinctly of food. I like elements in a fragrance, like chocolate, coconut or vanilla notes, and a lot of spices that are more commonly considered foodspice in a blend–but just straight up, no chaser “baked goods” isn’t really something I go for. Very fun scent, but I can’t see a whole lot of days where I wake up and say, “Today is the day I want to smell exactly, on-the-nose, just like cheesecake.” Fruity candy type scents are different, because, well, to be honest Pink Sugar sort of ushered those types in as acceptable things for women to smell like. People smell a candyish fruity perfume about you, and they “”"”"get it”"”"”. A bakery case is still sort of up in the air as a thing people will understand you smelling like. I’d prefer this as a home fragrance, probably. I’d wear it, but I’d figure I’d get some awful strange looks if I did.
Which brings me to Sugar Cookie, which according to my last little paragraph there, I wouldn’t be interested in. Well, half-right, because I’m not into it all by itself neccesarily. When combined with a fragrance that could use a touch of sweetening up though, and it is just lovely. I’ve paired it with the musky, heady Snake Oil of yore and been thrilled. Snake Oil could just make due with a little more vanilla, and a tiny touch of sweet, and Sugar Cookie adds just that. Digging it combined with a few others, too.
Snow White smells a bit like scotch tape at first, but then quickly becomes a green coconut with a sprig of light floral. Enjoyed it, mostly because of the strange and evocative scent it dries down to. A warm, winter scent–if that makes any sense. The coconut creates body and a warm feeling, while the “snow” note somehow makes their presence known, even though you can’t really smell it, you feel snow. The flowers keep subtle, very low key and not at all hothouse. I’d wear it if I was feeling particularly like I was to stand out as being out-of-place, or alien. It is almost disconcerting, a very odd and put-out scent. Not gross at all, just (this is going to be lame ok so skip ahead if need be) mysterious.
Snake Charmer is just a gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous exotic type scent: incense, resin, dark fruits, vanilla, and musk. Absolutely perfect for me. Manages all that without just smelling like patchouli, which so often seems to happen with me and blends that would otherwise be perfect.
There is more, but there is only so much I can type before I realize it is silly.
GOODNIGHT N GOODLUCK
