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Lotion pour le Corps
Jan. 23rd, 2008 04:04 am( Here are a few of the album covers I like )
My lower lip is slightly swollen and hurts. Last week I bit into a bagel with chapped lips and my lip cracked and bled a little. Since then, there remains a fissure which tastes like blood. And when I squeezed my lip with my fingers moments ago, some white stuff came out, almost like a pimple. Can you get pimples on or in the lip? I don't know.
So that's something gross about me.
I found a 50 dollar bill on the ground at Best Buy on Sunday. I spent half of it on 5 movies on sale this week for $4.99. They are Sliding Doors, Clue, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events, and Amistad, which I've never seen but brings me closer to owning all of Steven Spielberg's features (though I can't see myself purchasing either War of the Worlds or The Terminal). So now I have 396 titles, including television shows, in my DVD collection.
I'm proud of my collection. Of course, I owe its size to the fact that I work at Best Buy. But especially to the fact that I work Sunday mornings, preparing the department for each week's ad. For the most part, sales on movies are kind of lame. But there are a few good ones, which I usually go overboard with. Seasons of Seinfeld for $16.99. Simpsons for $19.99. BOGO on two-disc Oscar winners. $6.99 Horror and Christmas movies during Halloween and Christmas, respectively.
I'll admit there's some junk in my collection, a few bad apples which, after what will probably be hours of deliberation, I will part with whenever I move. Something tells me I don't need Garden State gaying up my shit anymore. And that something is good taste.
I've got work in one hour and forty-five minutes. Should I try to get 45 minutes of sleep, or should I masturbate to Gwyneth Paltrow's fake British accent in Sliding Doors? We all know what I should do. No one, not even me, knows what I will do.
My lower lip is slightly swollen and hurts. Last week I bit into a bagel with chapped lips and my lip cracked and bled a little. Since then, there remains a fissure which tastes like blood. And when I squeezed my lip with my fingers moments ago, some white stuff came out, almost like a pimple. Can you get pimples on or in the lip? I don't know.
So that's something gross about me.
I found a 50 dollar bill on the ground at Best Buy on Sunday. I spent half of it on 5 movies on sale this week for $4.99. They are Sliding Doors, Clue, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events, and Amistad, which I've never seen but brings me closer to owning all of Steven Spielberg's features (though I can't see myself purchasing either War of the Worlds or The Terminal). So now I have 396 titles, including television shows, in my DVD collection.
I'm proud of my collection. Of course, I owe its size to the fact that I work at Best Buy. But especially to the fact that I work Sunday mornings, preparing the department for each week's ad. For the most part, sales on movies are kind of lame. But there are a few good ones, which I usually go overboard with. Seasons of Seinfeld for $16.99. Simpsons for $19.99. BOGO on two-disc Oscar winners. $6.99 Horror and Christmas movies during Halloween and Christmas, respectively.
I'll admit there's some junk in my collection, a few bad apples which, after what will probably be hours of deliberation, I will part with whenever I move. Something tells me I don't need Garden State gaying up my shit anymore. And that something is good taste.
I've got work in one hour and forty-five minutes. Should I try to get 45 minutes of sleep, or should I masturbate to Gwyneth Paltrow's fake British accent in Sliding Doors? We all know what I should do. No one, not even me, knows what I will do.
