Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Some people call me the space cowboy. Some call me the gangster of love.

I just found this fabulous online list of the top 500 classic rock songs of all time. Of course, they were just in the opinion of this one guy, but he had a really extensive list, and I would definitely agree with more than half of his choices. I ended up downloading 72 new songs for our karaoke collection and I'm sure that they'll bring us all out of our ruts this weekend.

I had the majority of today off, working only from ten until two, so I came home and relaxed for awhile, before running errands with Dad. In my boredom, I watched a million wasteful, but hilarious, YouTube videos and played around with some of my old makeup. I figured out this fantastic new look that I'm really loving, so watch for it on those rare nights that I make it out of work and want to do something. Here's the funny thing about me: I wear the same three makeup staples everyday, rarely do I change them up. And yet I love, love, love to spend money on all the newest things. When I make my trip to Saratoga, I've already plotted out my trip to Sephora. It's an addiction. On that same thread, I think Sarah and I are going to try and plan a spa day while I'm there, which I'm really hoping works out. I would gladly trade some items at Sephora for a half hour massage. I deserve it. Who knows when the next time I'll be able to have four days off will be.

I know this is short, and mostly boring, but I'm tired now and Sam and I are getting up early to head to Canton for coffee and bookstore shopping. I don't know why I don't do that more often; it's really only half an hour away, and the coffee is exceptional. Hmmm...

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