laundry time beat me up yesterday. i pulled an assorted collection of muscles in my arm. no, not in the gym, and not with the pose during commercial breaks, but when i carried my laundry basket across the street yesterday afternoon. i was trying to be environmentally aware and conserve gas, and gas money, but it really wasn’t worth it. it hurts to pick up my bag, button my coat and pull blankets up around me in bed. ouch.
it’s not to late to start writing! there are still twenty-four more days in national novel writing month. i’m not so ambitious, but i applaud anyone who tries a chapter or two.
so, it turns out that metrosexual (thirty-one definitions, if one isn’t enough) is an official popular culture term. i first heard it on the one episode of miss match i’ve ever watched, which i really liked just b/c alicia silverstone’s character slept over at her new boyfriend’s apartment but that didn’t mean she slept with him. see, all the cool kids aren’t doing it! anyway, now there’s a ten o’clock news segment on the metrosexual phenomenon. i support the metrosexual, but i hope they don’t all become too confused and just dissolve into enigmasexuals.
while searching for the definition of metrosexual, i discovered urbandictionary.com, which is innovative, but i’m not really a fan of user submitted definitions. that’s how you end up with fifty-nine seperate definitions for the word dude. everybody’s got to get their word in! but i also discovered that classic dictionary.com has started witholding certain definitions exclusively for it’s premium members. that’s right, now you have to pay for words. well, not all the words, but the really special ones. can’t be giving those away for free. i’m so dissappointed that they fell into the trap.
quote of the day: “we are wise, wise women, we are giggling girls” – ani difranco
love always, em locke
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