I woke up this morning and painted my toes. Then I showered, and excised all hair from my body (neck down, of course). I took a bath in lotion and put on a dress. A pink one. I did my hair and put on makeup. Kinda felt nice.
I went to lunch with the lady who reads the tarot cards up the street to talk about web sites. No one here knows how to make or use them. My brain is in high demand.
I ordered a cucumber based sandwich and coffee, and I ate the sandwich with my fork and knife.
"I love your toes!" said Mistress Diva, my tarot card reading buddy.
"Thanks."
"What's the color?"
"It's called 'Bienvenido Miami'"
"It's wonderful."
"Thank you, Diva," I said, sipping my coffee like I would a cup of tea, pinky flared, slurping delicately.
I felt just like a proper woman.
My cell phone beeped an incoming text message. I searched through my bag for my phone, flipped it open and read from Scotty at the OTM store in LA (I'm on the current events mailing list) "Don't forget to come by the OTM fight shop today to meet Randy Couture at [time and place]. Come by early, space is limited."
"Fuck!" I said, alarming Diva.
"Everything okay?"
"Yep. Just fine. I just missed out on something. Something happening in LA."
Not very girly. Oh well.
Posted by The Bunny at 3:23 PM