I deny your chipperness and pop music. And oh, I drink your milkshake too.

[fredericks]

I'm pretty sure what precipitated today's spiral into Mopedom was my trip to Lush. The staff in that place are so goddamn cheery and chatty I find myself trying to fall into a deep depression in a futile attempt to stabilize the cosmic balance. No, I don't need to know how to use the deep conditioner, I am fully capable of reading the directions on the container. In fact, I was thoroughly engrossed in reading said directions until you ran up beside me and damn near almost gave me a heart attack. And why do you insist on selling me on a product I'm giving to you to ring up for me??? Don't get me wrong, I love Lush (fyi - my hair now smells of Guinness and lemon-infused vanilla; it works, trust me), but whenever I leave there I just want to OD on St. John's Wort.

In unrelated news - I'm actually using the Kindle app on my phone. Although I don't know what books to get. Read Nathan Rabin's My Year of Flops and am currently in the beginning of the sequel to Havemercy.

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[captainschlumpy.livejournal.com]

Don't you know the kindle app for the phone is strictly for reading hot m/m action, preferably set in the regency period? Silly. I want to go to lush, but it would probably just make me feel full of slack for not making my own crap with the recipe books I have.

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

I'm looking out for recs of the type you've mentioned, you enabler you. :)