I’m feeling a little…. I don’t know…. wacky.
Like I want to do something stupid.
It could be the “turning 30” thing which is approaching faster than I’d like.
When I was 8, my babysitter told me that the world would end in the year 2000. She was a little ahead of her time, which is to be commended for 1979. Anyway, I did the math (incorrectly, I might add) and figured I’d be 29 when the world ended (I wasn’t, I was still 28 on New Year’s Eve 1999).
And I figured that would be old enough.
Like, I could live enough life in that amount of time. It was a satisfying life length to me, a 8 years old.
Anywho, here I am almost 30 and I’ve never done anything that was really really stupid.
At this point, it’s either a toss up between tattoo or get my nose pierced.
The tattoo is leading the polls right now, but I have this incredible fear of hearing this sentence spoken in the future:
“Grandma…. what’s THAT?”
Like, who’s PEARL JAM, Grandma? No, I wouldn’t ever have that tatted on my flesh. But a celtic rune type thing definately.
I went to the mall in search of a bustier to fulfill my dominatrix tendancies this weekend. Haven’t found one. Ended up with two more bras, two tank tops, a pair of pants, two tee shirts, a camisole, and a black cardigan. Oh, and a necklace. All for about $110. I’m such the bargain gal.
Even when I’m trying to do something stupid, I end up buying sensible outfits at low, low prices.
It’s hopeless.
