Jenny from the block just totally endeared herself to me with that. The genuine excitement, the nervous fiddling with her purse, awwwwww. I kind of want to hug her and be her bff and have a slumber party and watch Grease 2 (because it's terrible) and braid each other's hair.

I feel you — I don't do liner on the bottom because I have a mole right in the middle, just under the lashes, and I can never make the liner look right at all. But I've had other people do it for me and it looks great. Clearly, correct eye make-up cannot be achieved on one's self by mere mortals.

Also, YAY, Welcome back Mo Glo!

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This sort of thing makes me worry for my cousin, who is in the process of sending audition tapes to European companies. She is, currently, in a small company in NYC where she is the protegee of a pretty big name in the business, but she loves the European styles. Unfortunately, realizing her dream would send her…

That's where my brain went. Oh, yes. Speaking of gargoyles I wouldn't mind sexing....

Also, the choking hazards inherent in a lolly are staggering. You simply DO NOT give a sucker to a baby. Period. No matter what the fuck it tastes like. They simply do not have the muscular control to suck on something like this. There's a reason the nipples on pacifiers are made so that they can't be sucked…

But instead of turning Mary Anne into the boiler, she enters a strange dimension full of red curtains and backwards speak. Mike Mulligan becomes possessed. Mrs. McGillicuddy realizes drinks the water of life while pregnant. The little boy realizes that he is the Kwisatz Haderach and overthrows Henry B. Swap.

Saw BOB. Was never the same again.

I feel ya sis on the boob seam. They tend to hit me at about nipple level, which just makes the whole silhouette look really bizarre and also makes me look pregnant.

I was once told, "If you can see the valley, you're showing too much of the mountains." Uhhhhhh, sure.

Because no article of female clothing has ever been sexually alluring while showing no skin at all, right? And boys in the past (y'know, the "good ol' days" when everything was perfect) never thought about sex at all and never got distracted by girls' bodies.

My issue is finding tops and dresses that both don't make me look like I'm wearing a burlap sack and don't scream "HEY! LOOK AT MY BOOBAGE!!!" If they have shape and come in at the waist, they are tight across the breasts. But if they have a comfortable cut across the breasts, they tend to have no shape at all. I…

Even my 9-year-old boy can see that dress is hideous. Yikes!

I have been sleeping in my son's bed (he's been sleeping in his brother's room) and have recently decided that one can not feel like a real grown-up while sleeping in a twin bed. Clearly, it's the fact that it's against the wall. Maybe I would feel better about things if I pulled it out into the center of the room.

LOVE IT!! Kind of makes me wish I had an excuse to do a recital.

I call my pianist Schroeder. Right now, that's the closest thing I've got. (Granted, if I ever were to have a relationship with him that went beyond musician partners, I would still call him Schroeder. Because I enjoy giving him a hard time.)

Am I the only one who doesn't really enjoy the whole "kissing with tongues" thing? It does nothing for me and I keep thinking about what lovely germs we're sharing. Maybe I've just never truly been snogged right. *sigh*

And now I'm totally craving Benedict Cumberbatch.