At the edge of the ocean, we can start over again

I'm drinking my very first bottle of Bass Ale. Nearly cracked up when I saw it, too. Settled for snickering lest they demand my license and a sobriety test right on the spot. 'Tis very good, actually, not bitter and watered-down like Budweiser.

xalxuffasch and I went shopping today, and had an absolute blast. He's by far the most tolerant and good-humored human being on the face of this here green rock. I got the kickiest shoes, Gap sale stuff, remembered the Biolage finally, orange track pants at Gadzooks, tried on a Brit-style hat at Hot Topic and bravely walked away from an overpriced jacket at Abercrombie & Fitch as well as two Hollister sweaters, although the jury is still out on that last one.

At some point during our travels, the music transitioned from Eminem to Come On, Eileen. I almost got whiplash. Also, discovered I am hopelessly drawn to bad patterns like the saddest of magpies. Jon suggested going through a store and picking out all the things I like, then going back because the actually wearable stuff will be all that's left. Ha. Except he's mostly right.

isilya! It's your birthday! I haven't been on LJ at all and am an otherwise independently sucktastic friend for not knowing anyway, but I hope it was a good one and the transition between teenager and twentysomething wasn't too traumatic. *hugs* I thought of you today while in GITI where they had a watch that showed the time in three different zones. The least I can do for you is a smidge of Lambs, which I'll see to in the near morrow.

callmesandy posted the wicked coolest picture of Michael Rosenbaum ever ever ever here. Most photographers only wish they were that clever.

Orlando and Justin, even possibly together, will be on my television Tuesday, and really, come on now, what more can I ask?

Oh, that's right. SNL tonight with Halle and Britney. Our funny, funny world.