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Sound; Sublime's last album before the singer died.

Sight; I'm in love with my new plants, a beautiful hanging potted fuchsia and also a hanging ivy.


Taste; Oat's n' Honey granola bars..

Touch; My own breasts are back..

Smell; Smoke stinks, therefore I stink.

May 1, 2000
Craving dirt.


So yesterday morning Adam and I went to Target to buy a new vacuum cleaner, a much needed addition to the Sheppard household. I was expecting to spend MAYBE $100. Oh no, they want my firstborn AND $250. Well, they'll be waiting a long time for the first born. Hehehe. While we were browsing through hepafilters and cyclone power, there was an eighty year old woman with the most endearing British accent testing the weight of some of the smaller vacuums. I was in awe of her lifting ability. I also wanted to make up inane conversation with her to keep hearing her voice.

When I am that age, I want to be that strong. I want my skin to be pale and weather-beaten. I want my hair to be pure white and I want to chase older kids off of my lawn and scream at them in tongues until I finally become "That Witch in the House on the Corner." Waiting for Halloween to watch the children dare each other to come and knock on my door. I spray them with the house and crackle until I break out in a coughing fit.

You know, that or be old and happy with Adam. Whichever comes first.

So after choosing the Dirt Devil MVP for $129 we left, having to get to my father's soon for the Inman Park festival. Side note; I have a family page made for my brother as a present after he was born. You are welcome to view it, I have pictures of Sunday up under "Big Visit." Please don't make fun of me, it's being viewed by old people. I can't say what I want on it. (Family Page)

Walking to the car we moved through the covered area that housed all the overpriced plants and I found a fuchsia plant, my favorite in the whole wide world. See I needed a plant to match the ivy plant I bought last week.

Here's a naughty little secret. I stuck a Oil of Olay "Midnight Red" lipstick into the plant and walked out with it. I'm wearing it in the photo above. I refuse to pay $8 for a goddamned lipstick.

And with that, I bid you adieu.


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