and I am a material girl
WHO THE HELL THOUGHT NINE EPISODES WAS ENOUGH FOR A FIRST SEASON?
Need more Grey's. Central line of Grey's, straight into the bloodsteam, say thankya. OH IZZIE. OH GEORGE. OH MCDREAMY'S SMIRK. OH BURKE AND CRISTINA'S IDEA OF A RELATIONSHIP TALK ("Do I need to be in the syphilis line?"). Actually, I kind of want the soundtrack, because I adore every single song that is played.
(I am updating from Q's laptop and it's a Dell instead of a Toshiba and the keyboard is more contracted than the one I'm used to and I keep pressing the wrong damn key. Grrr.)
So anyway, today I went shopping and spent far more money than I should ever be allowed to spend. The Colorado shoes (yes, I am officially a brand whore) I can get refunded by my mother, but I also managed to buy a calculator and an electric blanket (essential and therefore forgiveable) AND three books (though I got illustrated editions of Song of Susannah, The Dark Tower and a random collection of fantasy shorts for $21 all up *pwns*) AND an Andrew Lloyd Webber DVD collection for $30 (Cats, Joseph, JC Superstar and an official concert) AND the Baz Luhrmann Red Curtain Trilogy (Strictly Ballroom, Romeo + Juliet, Moulin Rouge) also for $30.
WHAT. BARGAINS. BARGAINS, I TELL YOU. YOU WOULD HAVE BOUGHT THEM TOO.
Though, uh, I think I should have my debit card removed. Maybe I'll become a nun. A non-spending nun. Shopping celibacy. Is that an option? I mean, I'm so good at the normal kind of celibacy.
I shall begin this period of virtuous purging by letting go of my icons with minimum fuss. Goodbye, icons. You have served me well.
tammaiya and
_leareth: EMAIL ME, HOBAGS.
Need more Grey's. Central line of Grey's, straight into the bloodsteam, say thankya. OH IZZIE. OH GEORGE. OH MCDREAMY'S SMIRK. OH BURKE AND CRISTINA'S IDEA OF A RELATIONSHIP TALK ("Do I need to be in the syphilis line?"). Actually, I kind of want the soundtrack, because I adore every single song that is played.
(I am updating from Q's laptop and it's a Dell instead of a Toshiba and the keyboard is more contracted than the one I'm used to and I keep pressing the wrong damn key. Grrr.)
So anyway, today I went shopping and spent far more money than I should ever be allowed to spend. The Colorado shoes (yes, I am officially a brand whore) I can get refunded by my mother, but I also managed to buy a calculator and an electric blanket (essential and therefore forgiveable) AND three books (though I got illustrated editions of Song of Susannah, The Dark Tower and a random collection of fantasy shorts for $21 all up *pwns*) AND an Andrew Lloyd Webber DVD collection for $30 (Cats, Joseph, JC Superstar and an official concert) AND the Baz Luhrmann Red Curtain Trilogy (Strictly Ballroom, Romeo + Juliet, Moulin Rouge) also for $30.
WHAT. BARGAINS. BARGAINS, I TELL YOU. YOU WOULD HAVE BOUGHT THEM TOO.
Though, uh, I think I should have my debit card removed. Maybe I'll become a nun. A non-spending nun. Shopping celibacy. Is that an option? I mean, I'm so good at the normal kind of celibacy.
I shall begin this period of virtuous purging by letting go of my icons with minimum fuss. Goodbye, icons. You have served me well.

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OMG.
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*ahem* I'm fine for meeting at 5:30 Starbucks, but Shivs apparently is going to ditch us for RUGBY *sob* convince her of the error of her ways!
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