Last night, I decided to treat myself to body butter from Carol’s Daughter.* The name of the product I purchased is SweetHoneyDip ChocolateBrownSugah. As the name implies, it smells like a hybrid of honey, cocoa and sugar. My skin feels like a dream, but I have mixed feelings both about the need to name body products after food, as well as my compulsion to purchase such products.
I’m flipping through the channels, and I passed MTV. A male and female (mother and son actually) were doing sculptures. As I looked, I said, “That looks like a penis. I have a filthy mind.” Lo and behold, they were doing penis sculptures. I’m not sure how I feel about that.
I discovered that Target sells OPI nail polish. My insides did the happy dance.
My arms are still tanned from the summer. OMG, I was SO golden delicious this summer, lol. However, all that was not exposed to the sun looks anemic – vampiric even. I plan on being a total beach bunny next summer. Crazy as it sounds, i think I want to learn how to surf. Of course, I have to learn how to swim first. That’s one think that sucks about growing up in a black American city. For some reason, there is no focus, concern or desire to teach black children how to swim. I have other opinions on this. Ask me someday.
I have sworn off fried chicken until after the new year.
The midnight wakeups are beginning to be slightly annoying. But oh well. Going to watch Harvey Birdman now.
*I do not believe that body butter is a treat. Skin care is something that I take very seriously, and I view the “good shit” as a bill. Take care of yourself and yourself will take care of you!