I was determined to go out today because the rumored mega-storm was supposed to begin. Wanted to get all my outings out of my system so I don’t get antsy on days that I may be stuck at home. I still haven’t seen this rain that people speak so nervously about…I’ll believe it when I see it.
So I went to the Mission Valley Library. I checked out a book on sacred geometry. Not something I know about thoroughly, although I vaguely remember studying it for an art class in college. Every time I go into a library, specifically, a public library, I always feel like there are so many turns that my life can take there. I can start up a business, learn a craft, fix something, figure out the theory of everything…whatever, the possibilities are endless. Working in libraries hasn’t soiled this for me. And my current job is a completely different world as far as I’m concerned…If the rain and wind isn’t horrible tomorrow, I’ll go to another library…most likely the Mission Hills branch.
After the library, I went to Fashion Valley to use a Borders gift card I got. I felt no danger of overspending simply because I was only there to redeem my gift card and go. I had no particular need to buy outfits or cosmetics that I won’t use… Unfortunately, that Borders store sucked big time. Everything was on sale and it looked like everything had to go. All that was left was the crappy stuff. So I left without redeeming the thing. I felt empty and incomplete…
On the way to the trolley was Sephora. Surely going in to browse won’t hurt. I wanted to check out a few fragrances that I received samples of in the mail…just to freshen my wrist…have a nice smell on my jacket for the road…
I ended buying the Burberry London fragrance. It smelled so good, how could I resist? I deserve to smell sweet and expensive, right? Of course I do… I wanted an alternative to the Ralph Lauren Romance. I don’t think that one was really me in the first place. And the Burberry is reminiscent of one of my first perfumes. I can’t remember. I think my first perfume was L’air du Temps. But I don’t know if that’s what the Burberry smells like. White shoulders? It was definitely not Jessica McClintock, which continues to be my all-time favorite fragrance. Unfortunately it doesn’t smell the same on me as it used to. Maybe it’s like L’eau D’Issey. But that stank on me after a week. Perhaps…but I rattle on…
Mmm…Burberry London (not to be mistaken for the other Burberry fragrances, which I didn’t like). I don’t care for their clothes, but I like the smell.
After that, I was shocked to discover a big Victoria’s secret sale. And I always desperately need a good bra. The only bras that really fit me are those Body by Victoria ones–the ones that close in the front. They didn’t have those. They better not discontinue those. That bra is the physical boundary that keeps me from being a sideshow circus freak. And shopping in the same size for other brands does not work. I’ve heard it said that Victoria’s secret fits bigger and is more accommodating to those with larger sizes…or at least kinder in assigning the actual numbers…But I think, who is in more need to have a well fitting bra, those with the smaller cute perkier breasts, who can go braless and bounce willy nilly as much as they want and still look cute in their clothing, or those of us who have scary udders that threaten to flap in the wind if left unbound or in an ill-fitting bra for even a second. EVEN A SECOND. Why take that risk? Why expose yourself to such horrors? This is why I say, make good bras for those with fuller figures. Thank you very much.
Speaking of sizes…From a tonight show headline:
How interesting that the bigger size is cheaper at $2 per pair. Why can’t the hippo size be cheaper for bras. They’re actually typically $2 more.
Who knows where I was going with this hippo thing. There exists a picture of me that resembled a hippo, but I hope to gain access to it so it can be destroyed.
In other news, I’ve been studying numerology again. Many years ago I tried to learn, but I disliked it for some reason. I’m going back to it, probably because I need structure and numbers in my life right now. Something more concrete. Anyway, there are different schools of numerology just as there are different schools of astrology and feng shui, so right now, I’m looking at the differences between the methods. I think the reason why I moved away from astrology and numerology when I was younger was because I disliked the concreteness of it. The black and whiteness of it, as if you have no control whatsoever over your own life. I do know that even using astrology and numerology, things are not set in stone. It’s just since both are so mathematical, you almost expect it to be. I forgot who said it, “The stars incline, they do not compel.” Okay, just looked it up. And people are all over the place with who said that. No matter. I still agree with the statement, whether or not a famous person said it. It rings true for me.
So that’s that…I hear the winds. Maybe the rain will start, if it hasn’t already. Maybe I should get the sandbags ready and stockpile the rations. You people from outside of California better know that I’m being sarcastic. Thank you for allowing me that moment of explanation.
