Some people are soooo into themselves

Being a Friday afternoon and just now enjoying delicious leftover fried sampler goodies from IHOP, I find it necessary to let you know about my positive effect on those around me. Not only are they enjoying the new shade o'brown my lips have been sporting, the green and brown shadow combo on my eyelids has been a bit of a hit as well. Add my new silver hoop earrings and I am a vision. A vision, I say.

Going through security this morning (everyone with the most top secret clearances like Secret Agent Starpower here must), I placed a box of my belongings on the belt to go through the x-ray machine, noticed the box tipped over as it went in, and proceeded to catwalk-walk through the metal detector. Alarms did not go off. But the security lady did, "Who puts water in something electric?!" Seeing liquid dripping on my things I conceded, "Sorry, I forgot that was in there. There wasn't much."

I did in fact forget that I had a mug with about .00005 ml of water in it for the jade samplings I have been trying to get to root. Oops. She continued, "WHO PUTS WATER IN SOMETHING ELECTRIC?! SOMEONE PUT WATER IN SOMETHING ELECTRIC. OH MY GOSH, WHAT A MESS..."

I didn't hear the rest. I gathered my belongings and sauntered away, wondering what all the fuss was about. Maybe she's the one with PMS around here.

A question about my menses

So is ten days before your period still in the window to call it PMS? It is, right? Because that's why, at 11:30 am--a totally respectable time for lunch--I opted for Reese's Peanut Butter Cups and that gummy delight, Dots, in addition to a large decaf flooded with fake creamer. I am eschewing a lunch invitation in favor of staying here and loading up on sugar and fake.

What gives? It must be PMS. I also feel really bitchy, if that helps convince you. It doesn't? No? You want a piece o'this? (And by this, I DON'T mean my candy. STAY AWAY FROM MY CANDY!)

Grrr. Here's hoping this is me for the next ten days.

In brighter news, I have been wearing a brown lipstick lately that has been meeting rave reviews--not all from the mirror, either.

Also, I went to a new yoga place last night and ended up doing not 90 minutes of asanas, but 90 minutes of chanting in Sanskrit. I'm not sure, but I think I am a Hare Krishna follower now. Maybe it's like "Beetlejuice" and the number of times I say the name determines something significant. If so, I either am guaranteed to end up in Nirvana or Hare Krishna will not be heard from for quite some time. If it's the latter, apologies.

Off to eat more and glare at passers-by.

Kisses (or at least not punches),
Starsour