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My skin has been ridiculously soft and smooth since I started taking a bath every night. This is nice. I used to always get comments from boyfriends about how soft my skin was, but I'd never gotten that particular compliment from Tim until recently. He'd been dating women much younger than I was when we met, so I guess it stands to reason, but I was sort of sad that he'd never said "ooh, your skin is so soft". Now, I'm wondering if it wasn't so much age as the fact that I used to take more baths in Indiana . . . though that was awhile ago . . .

Anyway, I'm babbling. I've had more internet type contact today -- thanks to everyone who has posted an entry or sent me email today :-) I miss you guys when the 'net is quiet.

Greg just posted an entry listing stuff around his desk. Just yesterday I was reading people's wishlists (over at Amazon) and thinking how much you can learn about people by reading their wishlists -- the desk thing is a whole 'nother level. So, 'cause I'm sorta throwing whatever into this journal entry, some stuff on my desk at work:


  • one purple Corsette Harness which I wrote the review on and brought in for photographs; hopefully they'll get the picture up with Heathen wearing it soon :-)
  • beanie babies: one orange squid and one turkey. The turkey reminds me of Kellie, who grew up on a turkey farm.
  • one paper kokigami rooster
  • a blowfish sipper cup
  • two bottles of V'tae stress relief lotion (one on its side so I can use the last of it that the plunger doesn't reach)
  • many smutty books
  • a framed photo of me and Tim kissing on Treasure Island, about a month after we met in spring of 2001
  • a stuffed moose
  • cat eye medicine (brought it in so I could read off the labels to the vet over the phone)
  • one black dildo named "frenchie" with a leather cock harness for a vest, a phone headset earpiece as a beret and a little white feather under his "chin" for a goatee
  • tums, claritin and breath mints
  • five erotic tarot cards -- samples from the Tarot of Cassanova that we carry
  • a plastic black pony; we all got one when our boss got sick of Heathen always saying she wanted a pony
  • a framed picture of two daisies that my dad painted
  • a phantom of the opera mug, circa 1987
  • dried bouganvilla, dark pink
  • a picture of kellie and me in full costume from a play we did in college: The County Wife. I like this one because we've switched hair color -- I'm almost a blond (I have a grey wig) and she's a brunette in the photo
  • a champagne-shaped bottle of bubbles from New Year's Eve 1999/2000
  • a wall of silly things torn from magazines, including flip-flops made out of slices of potato and green beans and an anti-slip advert that has people "frozen" in mid-fall that makes everyone giggle.
  • broken flowered lei pieces from the rat bastard party at Wiscon this year
  • fortune cookie fortunes, most from the girl who had the computer before me
  • little sticky things that held shiny cards to paper at one time
  • kitten food (Iams)
  • Arm & Hammer cat littler deoderizer baking soda
  • Maalox
  • leather thongs


Anyway, that was an easy way to fill out a journal entry. Yes, I am avoiding things this week. No, it's not a good thing. But, hey, as the hippies say, "It's all good." So, maybe it is a good thing.

Uh, yeah. I'm going now. Ciao!


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