I have no solid plans for this weekend except for the party on Saturday. It’s a secret, only my mom and I know about it. Apart from that I’m moving my piano lessons probably Monday night.
Tonight’s choir night, crap I haven’t rehearsed the songs for this FIN gig.
I have the entire series of Angel on DVD…need I say more. Surprisingly my cousin took a liking to it as well as my sisters. Everybody likes a good vampire story.
Dad’s gift is in the bag. His birthday’s not until the 22nd but I couldn’t wait. I got me a Bvlgari pour Homme
and dad’s Chanel Allure Sport. I couldn’t get the guy to sell it to me for 300, the original price was 385. Bvlgari went cheap from 210 to 150. The guy frowned because initially I told him I’d get rj Burberry Brit (I ran out) but I figured I needed a little change. Bvlgari and Brit have similar talcum-like scent, although Brit shows that off immediately while Bvlgari eases into it for a couple of minutes then settles down on a melancholic, subdued dry-down, which is very appealing. Brit has the same effect except it comes at bigger price. I guess much of my inspirations towards my purchases these days has to do with Angel.
He’s a 250 year old vampire with a soul. I mean, living since the 18th century seemed very appealing to me, not that I want to be a raging bloodsucker troubled by guilt and shame, because that’s gross and hardly entertaining, but I like the flair Angel exudes. When I was buying perfume I was thinking, “If I was Angel, what would I smell like?”
Hell, when I was at Swatch, all these nostalgic feelings came together and urged me to get a mechanical watch, which coincidentally the watch I was going to purchase, was. It’s like having a piece of eternity wrapped on your wrist. EEW.
Cheers