Damn Randomness from a Crazy Lady
Mar. 19th, 2003 06:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hiddenmuseWho woulda thunk it? Listening to Dixie Chicks CDs could almost be an act of subversion! Well, at least in my family ... and to many others, I'm sure. Hey, I can't help that Natalie Maines' voice rocks me. :)
Last night, I'd gone to Target in hopes of getting a dress I'd had my eye on. Then, I tried the dress on again (I had tried it on several days ago), and realized that it had no shape to it. It was basically a few pieces of material sewn together into a shapeless glorified muumuu. Made out of f*cking polyester, no less. Hey, I might be a fat chick, but come on Mossimo! Give us clothes with something within lying distance of tailoring, made out of something besides polyester, dammit!
Failing that, I went to the grocery store near Target, and felt myself starting to turn a bit green around the edges. You've gotta love a store that has one aisle of holiday-specific goods, Easter on one side, Passover on the other. Really. Sure, they had spots where you could get Kosher foods, but this aisle had the Kosher for Passover items. Being a Gentile, I was surprised by some of the things that were in the aisle - potato chips, bubble gum, etc. Besides that small moment of swoon, I picked up a bag of Cheddar Cheese Pita Snacks - which are surprisingly good.
Tonight, I may watch Crash again. I surprised myself while watching it yesterday. Part of me was thinking that my Inner Insurance Geek would get squicked out by the premise of people eroticising car crashes and the aftereffects ... but in actuality, it was my Inner Psychology Geek that was intrigued by said premise. The idea that people would find car crashes to be sexually arousing - either by watching them or being in them - is fascinating and disturbing at the same time. And oh yeah, the sex was hot, too - the NC-17 version offering up several iterations of couplings and the occasional threesome.
Last night, I'd gone to Target in hopes of getting a dress I'd had my eye on. Then, I tried the dress on again (I had tried it on several days ago), and realized that it had no shape to it. It was basically a few pieces of material sewn together into a shapeless glorified muumuu. Made out of f*cking polyester, no less. Hey, I might be a fat chick, but come on Mossimo! Give us clothes with something within lying distance of tailoring, made out of something besides polyester, dammit!
Failing that, I went to the grocery store near Target, and felt myself starting to turn a bit green around the edges. You've gotta love a store that has one aisle of holiday-specific goods, Easter on one side, Passover on the other. Really. Sure, they had spots where you could get Kosher foods, but this aisle had the Kosher for Passover items. Being a Gentile, I was surprised by some of the things that were in the aisle - potato chips, bubble gum, etc. Besides that small moment of swoon, I picked up a bag of Cheddar Cheese Pita Snacks - which are surprisingly good.
Tonight, I may watch Crash again. I surprised myself while watching it yesterday. Part of me was thinking that my Inner Insurance Geek would get squicked out by the premise of people eroticising car crashes and the aftereffects ... but in actuality, it was my Inner Psychology Geek that was intrigued by said premise. The idea that people would find car crashes to be sexually arousing - either by watching them or being in them - is fascinating and disturbing at the same time. And oh yeah, the sex was hot, too - the NC-17 version offering up several iterations of couplings and the occasional threesome.
