I'm Just A Girl
Olivier (the French photographer) dropped off my "payment" at the gym last night, and when I got there and claimed it, Angela, Von and I immediately tore the package open and examined the contents. We looked like such girls there in the middle of the rock gym (i.e. a gym with so much testosterone), oohing and aahing over the little tubes and bottles and commenting on the makeup colors. I didn't end up with everything that I had asked for, but I did end up with a lot that I hadn't even thought to order from him, so I'm pretty happy with what I got. None of them made it on my skin this morning though - I still have a lot of experimentation to do.Aside from that, I will need to take a closer look at my closet and start cleaning it out and discarding the things that I won't be using anymore. I'm moving at the end of this month, and the room that I will be using is a lot smaller than what I'm used to. Even Marc has already lost sleep trying to think of ways to get all my stuff in there (he did come up with a great idea to build a bed frame that's flush with the mattress and has big drawers). So that will be one of my weekend tasks too.
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