Call Me A Whore

I may not be a whore for advertisers, but thrust a few shiny, pretty things my way and I am instantly horizontal. I have added a "Wish List" button from Amazon.com to the sidebar in hopes of getting cool shit. Like bath towels. Who doesn't love good bath towels?

Teddy Bear has this magical "list" of pretty, shiny things that he keeps. Somehow, even though we are currently broke, the stuff on the list appears. I started putting things on the list and BAM! they arrived. I don't know how it works, or really care about the means to the glorious ends. I just like having stuff I lust after show up in tidy brown boxes. It makes my tidy box happy. And when the box is happy, everyone is happy.

I will be updating the list as I think of things. The highest dollar item currently on my list is a Chi straightening iron for my 'fro. I have realized that because my damn hair takes so much work to tame, and my FMS screams like a fussy bitch when my arms are up for extended periods of time I have unruly hair most of the time. My hair looks like ass without some serious taming. One day whilst visiting my friend Ducky I used her uber cool straightening iron and it was so much quicker. Faster = less pain = cuter hair. I went to get a haircut today and almost had it chopped the fuck off because it is such a (literal) pain to take care of most days. I have a straightening iron, but it is a cheapie one that takes FOREVER to straighten my hairs. I am babbling, huh? Sorry. I'm not good at asking for things. BUT I WANT PRETTY HAIR DAMMIT!!