Proud of owning your Schick Quatto? Well here's your cult.
Don't even ask me how I found it. Ordinary bores me. I'm one those random (see: adhd, also: anxieties) chicks plus I absolutely adore Google.
I'm having [another] one of those nights. Those nights where you feel like everybody has got something to do except you. I literally went thru my phone tonight and singled out the people who have no one special (single and/or no kids) in their lives. Isn't that pitiful? Out of 114, how many do you think I have? Four and a possible. I don't know what's sadder: the statistics or the fact that I'm sitting here actually counting.
Ahh. that's how I got to the secret razor society . . . the only thing I'm so in love with right now is my Quattro. My legs feel a-mah-zing! Damn, I sound like an ad. I'd be such a cute actress. One of those black-and-white commercials like the match.com ones. Anyway, this wonderful impulsive purchase (triggered a few days ago out of boredom and no art projects to work on) got me wanting to splurge on some other things that I really don't need just to get out of the house tonight and stop thinking about the hundred and ten people in my address book that have someone to love them.
It sucks when you love someone so much and you have no idea if the person loves you back. It also sucks if you find the person after time apart and you have no idea how to reheat the love leftovers.
Don't even ask me how I found it. Ordinary bores me. I'm one those random (see: adhd, also: anxieties) chicks plus I absolutely adore Google.
I'm having [another] one of those nights. Those nights where you feel like everybody has got something to do except you. I literally went thru my phone tonight and singled out the people who have no one special (single and/or no kids) in their lives. Isn't that pitiful? Out of 114, how many do you think I have? Four and a possible. I don't know what's sadder: the statistics or the fact that I'm sitting here actually counting.
Ahh. that's how I got to the secret razor society . . . the only thing I'm so in love with right now is my Quattro. My legs feel a-mah-zing! Damn, I sound like an ad. I'd be such a cute actress. One of those black-and-white commercials like the match.com ones. Anyway, this wonderful impulsive purchase (triggered a few days ago out of boredom and no art projects to work on) got me wanting to splurge on some other things that I really don't need just to get out of the house tonight and stop thinking about the hundred and ten people in my address book that have someone to love them.
It sucks when you love someone so much and you have no idea if the person loves you back. It also sucks if you find the person after time apart and you have no idea how to reheat the love leftovers.
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Beautiful picture. You are such a perfectionist.
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