3285,
2002 Friday November 30 destroy me, this way
MEtRoday: 3285,
2002
My house is quiet.
I see flecks of movement out of the corner of my eye,
only a memory
a trained reaction
of the last sixteen years.
I twitch, and then nothing.
Today I awaken from violent nightmares
to face inanimate possessions:
a television,
a computer,
a phone,
cardboard boxes,
sneakers and
dishes that need to be washed.
Thursday November 29 txt msg brkup n mor
MEtRoday: 
4020, 6091, 3210, 1088
Me and the T-Mob have separated. All in all, it was a clean cut: an internet order, an overnight delivery and a phone call. Goodbye T-Mobile, I had faith in your pink corporate color, your wonderful persons in customer assistance, your international services and the BlackBerry that you literally handed to me for free. If only you had honored your "Equipment Protection" add-on I wouldn't be writing this tearful farewell. But apparently you don't honor your promises. After paying six bucks a month for 21 months ($5.99 x 21 = $125.79) it turns out that all your 'protecting' and 'replacing' was really just a load of bullshit.
I've written about this before, but just you fill you in it turns out that when you have "Equipment Protection" on your $50 phone (that included a free iPod shuffle {a $79 value} total value of purchasing phone with iPod rebate: $29 profit) and your phone does fuck up, that it's going to cost $110 as a deductible fee, then it really hasn't been worth the $125.79 (see above) that I've paid as "Protection". From the T-Mob website:
Equipment Protection $5.99 per month Protect your device from loss, theft, accidental damage, or malfunction. Get a little peace of mind. Recent estimates indicate that nearly 20 million wireless phones and devices will be lost, stolen, or damaged this year. Replacing your equipment will likely cost more than your original investment.
Which actually translates to: pay us $5.99 per month and then when your phone breaks it's cheaper for you to buy a new $150 phone to replace your cheap-ass $50 phone, but thanks for the additionaly monthly payments you've made in the mean time.
So now I have a new AT&T Razr. Mind you, I switched to AT&T just to get ready for the iPhone's 16-gig release, which hopefully will come sometime in January or February. Just a hunch. But I digress.
I nw knw y ppl typ lk ths. On the BlackBerry is was easy to access numbers, punctuation, etc on its keyboard. I still haven't figured out how to make a capital letter on the Razr, much less add a period or a return without having to access four different sub-menus. So, evrytg trnz out lk thys wn sendg msgs.
Once last thing, and this is the simplicity that really makes me want the iPhone: I'm in the Razr's Address Book, trying to figure out how to place a call. You would think that once you highlighted someone's number you could actually hit the "Call" button, but no, it thinks you want to edit the phone number. No, I want to make a call. Why is such a "sophisticated" phone like the Razr so intuitively inept?
Tuesday November 27 twiggy, you are out
MEtRoday: Monday
5142, 4067, 1200, 1149; Today: 2047, 2025, 3149, 1148
First, let's do a rare double MEtRoday graph:
Ok, on with the show: so I think we're down to the final three episodes here, Tyra followers. I seem to remember that the last show there is a quick elimination, and then the final two have their runway show. That means there's three left when that show starts, meaning two more normal-format shows. Is your fave still in the running? I know everyone's in love with Heather, but I think she's really getting a free ride from Tyra. It's obvious she can do no wrong in T's eyes and will end up in the final two. If she continues to screw up yet still wins, that's IT for me, no more ANTM! Take this threat seriously!
Recaps for last week's ep can be found at Television Without Pity and fourfour.
(Pssst: Have you heard that Twiggy is being replaced in the next cycle by Paulina Porizkova?)
Friday November 23 between the searching and the need to work it out
MEtRoday: 1016
An interlude of yesterday's traveling morning, transcribed from handwritten blogging, and then we'll get to the real stuff:
Since I'm no longer within walking distance to Union Station I'm catching the D6 crosstown this morning. I've checked online and it's running on a Sunday schedule due to the holiday. This means i have to catch the 9:52.
Countdown begins.
I get up around 8:10 and put on a pot of coffee. I get dressed and bike down to Goldy's to take care of her cat PJ for the morning. I'm back home around 8:50, which gives me plenty of time to have a relaxing FOUR cups of coffee, shower, pack & check email.
It's 9:27 and I'm all ready to go, approx 20 mins before I need to go to the bus stop, which is unusual for me since I'm usually making a mad dahs while calling to see if the train is on time or whether I have a buffer.
Luckily the bus is on time and I arrive at the station with another 45 minutes to spare. You know what this means: Salmon Wasabi Bagel from Au Bon Pain.
Observations from the train:
The man walking along the construction zone in Alexandria, just by the tracks, with his girlfriend who gives a wave as the train goes by, making me think he's read this book as a child, as I did.
The fall leaf colors are gorgeous.
The woman who sits behind me with her infant girl, who she walks up and down the aisle during the trip, says "Men do not stay around." I guess we know what her story is.
And now more recent activities:
Dad is having a Blue Day. So blue that we're waiting for an hour after holding dinner for him to show up. I've called both home and cell numbers, and left messages and there's no response. This doesn't carry much weight with me because my father, even though he was a Systems Analyst, has apparently no concept of computer advancements after 1980 and therefore doesn't understand the new communication world we are all in, where we leave voicemails, texts, emails, blogposts, etcetera, to communicate with others. It's very rare that my father will actually pick up a phone when called; it's always "leave a message" which can be very frustrating at times. Like now.
It's about an hour and a half after we've all had dinner, the cousins are out on the porch smoking, I'm having a Dr Pepper wondering what the fuck is going on, that my oldest brother (who lives with my Dad) finally shows up. He says that Dad's not coming, and is at feeling sorry for himself. That's not good news. Thankfully my cousin's daughter, Whitney, tells me she'll take me over there and we pack up some food for him and head over.
When we get there he's in the kitchen, wiping down the counters, crying, saying that he has to keep himself busy. (To give an update to those who don't know, my father's actions are due to my mother's passing last June. They were highschool sweethearts, and married for 51 years, so he's a little lost right now.) So we talk with him for a little bit, get him off the ledge, and Whitney leaves and I've got him in the living room to be chilled out and watch some TV or anything to keep his mind out of panic. I tell him that Mom would have wanted him to go to Thanksgiving dinner, and that he should have gone, chastizing him a little bit, but trying to make him realize that life has to move forward. We're interrupted by an annual telelphone call from Foo (sp?), my father's Viet Nmese interpreter while he was stationed in Viet Nam, who calls every year on holidays to say hello and chat for a bit. Dad lasts for about 15 seconds of this conversation, and then passes the phone to me, crying, saying that he can't talk. I speak with Foo and tell him everything that has happened today, ups and downs, and that my Dad isn't alone, there's someone there with him, as we're all trying to do.
After this conversation my Dad mentions the fact that he is going to give my mother's jewelry chest to my sister-in-law, to keep in trust for my niece. This is not new news, he's mentioned this before, and I have no problem with this, my niece is the youngest blood-line girl and she should have it all, the expensive stuff and the cheap stuff too. But there was one ring that I remembered my Mom wearing when I was a child that I wanted to have. It was a gold ring with the five birthstones of my parents, me and my brothers, laid out in a line. Since my parents were the same birth month (Cancer) and me and my oldest brother were the same (Sagittarius) and my older brother singled out in November (Scorpio) it made for a nice symmetrical pattern. The yellow stone was in the middle, and then the other two middle from that, and then the other two on the outside. I don't know what it's worth, but it's just something that I wanted to have, and to keep.
We started going through all my Mom's jewelry, and there was a lot. Rings, bracelets, shoe buckles, necklaces, earrings (even though my Mom's ears were not pierced), pendants and pins. My Dad said he thought that the ring I was looking for was lost during one of our many moves, and we ended up not finding it. But what we did find was a calming activity for my Dad, where we could talk and spend time and he could reminisce about the pearls or amethysts he bought her without breaking down.
In the absence of the five-stone ring, I'm thinking of asking for my Mom's high school class ring. It may be the oldest ring there.
Wednesday November 21 one day in november
MEtRoday: 1168,
3103, 3093, 3052
Today the urn into which I will combine The Twins™ ashes arrived at work. I ordered it Monday morning and once I got the shipping confirmation that it was scheduled to be delivered today I was worried that I would not receive it in time, that we might get off work early because of the holiday, and that I'd have to wait around for it. But luckily it arrived before lunch and we weren't released until 3:00.
So it's here at home now. It's much heavier than I thought it would be, even though it's made of solid brass with a pewter exterior. And even though its dimensions were stated on the website, it seems much smaller than I imagined it being. Both of these new realizations are fine.
I don't know the protocol for this. Is there a ceremony? Do I leave the ashes in the plastic bags they came in? How does this work?
In the end, it simply came down to wanting to join The Twins™ together again as soon as possible, without researching what to do, without inviting people over to witness and without prolonging their year-long separation.
So I took both of their ashboxes and placed them side by side next to the urn, which I wiped out with a damp and then a dry paper towel. I also placed a picture of them nearby. I opened the boxes, put the baggies with ash on the counter and put a hand on each bag and told them that I loved them and that now, after a year, they can be reunited. I took Hum's baggie and unzipped it, placing the top of the bag into the urn and turning the bag upside down, making sure that all cremains were deposited into the urn. I then did the same with Rattle's. I tilted and lightly rolled the urn in my hands, mixing their ashes together. The Twins™, once again indistinguishable from each other. (I could always tell the difference.) I screwed the lid shut tightly and rolled the urn around some more, still mixing, but still wanting to keep them in my hands.
It was then that I noticed the small slips of paper I had taken out of each baggie, a slip of paper provided to determine ownership and credentials of its content. And there it was, each of their cremation dates:
Hum, Nov. 14, 2006
Rattle, Nov. 14, 2007
Is this fate? Or strong symbolism? I knew there had to be something more cohesive about their deaths other than that they were one year and a few days apart. There needed to be something more exact, something more unifying. Since I knew that Rattle was elderly and not well and probably not going to be around for much longer than a few months, I whispered in her ear on the year anniversary of Hum's passing, this past Monday, "If you're gonna go girl, go now." Stubbornly, she lasted a few more days, until the end of the week, and then she decided it was time to give up the fight and go join Sissy.
So now I have this one single date that maybe I can mourn my double loss. They may have been born on a Wednesday In May, but now I can remember One Day in November.
Tuesday November 20 there *is* a new episode tonight
MEtRoday: 1236, 2059, 3005, 4055
So the girls are off to China. I'm off to eat some turkey and some mashed potatoes and some stuffing and some broccoli salad and some ham and some green bean salad and some deviled eggs and some pumpkin pie. Gobble!
Recaps for last week's ep can be found at Television Without Pity and fourfour.
MEtRoday: 2032,
3276, 3280, 1242
Is a special-edition pint glass worth $14.99 (plus S&H)?
Sunday November 18 at home with the television
MEtRoday: none
I finally got a lot of things done around the new place today. I've cleared the living room, did about six loads of laundry and even flipped the hinge side on my refrigerator and freezer doors. This way they open into the room, with the hinges being along the wall instead of the middle of the room. It didn't take too long.
And then as I was having dinner and planning on watching Sunday night TV, I decided to see if I have the proper cables/connections to hookup the cable. And OMG now I have so many channels that I'll probably stay up until 3am surfing. I have Bravo and Sci-Fi and VH1 and Comedy Central and HGTV and a hundred others! (I haven't had cable since 1993 so this is a big deal for me.)
I know, it's sad.
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Today was spent eating pre-Thanksgiving offerings at the J/T pre-Thanksgiving dinner. There was also a lot of beer being drank. And a lot of college football being watched. I don't get into the college football much, but it was still fun to hang out and know that there was nothing else to do that day. I guess around 8 or so I decided to go downstairs, get into my houseclothes and lay down and watch a DVD or something.
And then Eddy called. He wanted to go to Blowoff. Although
I hadn't been to a Blowoff since maybe three times after they moved it upstairs
at the 9:30 Club, it did sound intriguing. I had heard (and seen) that a lot
of the twinks had invaded Blowoff, with Nation being bulldozed closed,
there was no where us to go and twirl. I didn't know if I was up for dealing
with them. But I said I'd go anyway.
Eddy came and picked me up in his new car, Gigi, and we pitstopped at The Red & The Black. While driving up Florida Avenue, towards 9:30, we noticed a three-block-long TwinkLine, cuz gurl there wuz a nu clubb op'nin up and theys gotta b thurr! Thank God. This would hopefully mean that Blowoff would be TwinkFree, or at least TwinkMinimized.
'Twas.
I ran into old friends Kevin & Nick and it was really good to see them and catch up with them a bit. A couple more people from the old crowd where there, but none of the ones I was close with. Maybe they'll be at the next one. I also went up to fave Blowoff bartender, Amber, who remembered what I was drinking from a year-and-a-half ago (pineapple Van Gogh & club soda) and she bought me one of those. She also said "Welcome back!" which really put a smile on my face. It turns out that my regular 9:30 friend/bartender that I've known since he worked at Union Station, Paul, was there too. He's getting ready to move to North Carolina in January, so that'll be the last time I'll see him. He's a nice guy, and always slipped me free drynx.
On the way out, Eddy had a hankering for some Ben's Chili Bowl, and I couldn't really blame him, but then again it was 3:00 am and about 200 other people had the same hanker. I told Eddy we should bolt but he wanted to go stand at the back of the line to see how quickly it moved. The line resembled one of those for a rollercoaster at an amusement park. Back and forth, back and forth, snaking all throughout the restaurant. So we bolted. But walking back to the car we stumbled upon the Florida Avenue Grill. Having seen it but never eaten there, I was eager to try it and so was Eddy.
We went inside and grabbed two seats at the counter. It was pretty empty but soon filled up, with people in the same state we were in: needing some good late night food. Miss Johnson was behind the counter serving us, and being very friendly along the way. Our plates were so good that we actually ordered again. Do not miss item on the menu: sweet pancakes. Yum!
MEtRoday: 1260,
1099
I'm still feeling a little under the weather, but since I've promised Milagros that we'd go out for cocktails, we go to Halo, which I hadn't been too in almost a year. Unbeknownst to me, the happy hour rules have changed. Before it was 2-4-1 on everything, apparently now it's only 2-4-1 on the rail stuff. I found this out when I order a Grey Goose martini (up, 2x olive) and I'm charged $14. With no receipt for my next one to be free. Guns, the bartender, then informs me about the new 2-4-1 special, which went into effect Nov 01. I guess I'm not on their mailing list. Then, instead of putting the tab on my debit card (always dangerous) I decide to use one of the $100 bills my Father had given to me as an early birthday present. Guns gives me sixteen $5 bills and six $1 bills. Since he's just opened (it's 7:00 pm) he doesn't have any $20s. Wouldn't you think that a space that has a doorman and charges $14 for a martini could have radioed downstairs to the manager to bring some $20s up? I don't think Guns is that smart. Nice to look at, but don't ask him to think. Regardless, Mila and I have a good time catching up on life, figure some things out, debate others.
Later in the evening I met up with Goldy and she drove me back up to Friendship Hospital to pick up Rattle's cremains. They're boxed pretty much the same way Hum's was, complete with Rattle's silly-but-tear-jerking kitty guardian angel pin which I'll never wear yet never throw away either. So The Twins™ are sitting side by side on my nightstand, each in their little wooden box wrapped in lace.
MEtRoday: Wednesday:
1065, 5065, 1165, 3149; Today: 5115, 6027, 6034, 1192
I've picked up and washed The Twins™ water and food bowls and put them away in the cupboard. I've also taken up the 2nd water bowl I put down for Rattle, so she wouldn't have to walk too far to quench her thirst and dehydration caused by the meds. I've discarded their medicine and given away the remaining cans of food I had. Unexpectedly I found their dry food bag in the cupboard, and didn't know what to do with it. I guess that should get thrown away too. I haven't been able to touch or discard their litter box; thankfully it was (is) free of waste. I guess that should be thrown away before the weekend. Also there is their pet carrier, stashed away in a closet which contains an old tshirt of mine inside.
What I am keeping, though, is an Altoids tin where I've collected and placed found whiskers of The Twins™ before I would vacuum.
I spoke today with the people over at Heavenly Days Animal Crematory, who informed me that Rattle was cremated on Wednesday and her cremains will be prepared for pickup tomorrow. It was a difficult conversation to get through, just as Tuesday's conversation with the vet was, as they were calling to set up an appointment for Rattle's latest bloodwork.
Today I did a search for urns, for something to combine Rattle's and Hum's ashes into one, so that they can rest together. Most of the urns I found are pretty cheesy, or even gaudy, but I've found this one that I like. I think it is ample yet not too large, and I like that it screws shut. I also like that the three black rings actually setoff twin symbolic silver bands.
Now I think I need to find a small glass container to hold their whiskers, that I can also place in the urn.
Tuesday November 13 it's almost time to move 'em to another city
MEtRoday: 2064,
3139, 3003, 5142
I think I may be getting a head cold, so I'll make this one quick and then I'm off to bed. Let's hope things get interesting this episode. Previews show them being stranded in the desert (something I've wanted reality shows to do for years, instead of putting them up in posh homes or sending them to tropical islands). I'm not crossing my fingers, though, it'll probably just end up being a challenge with Benny Ninja again, I can picture him emerging from the sand or dressed as a gracefully moving cactus, sneaking up on them. Either way, wake me when it's over.
Recaps for last week's ep can be found at Television Without Pity and fourfour.
Monday November 12 a random number list to keep me busy
MEtRoday: none;
Sunday: 3086, 6089
dead iPod shuffles within my field of view: 2
gigabytes unused on my hard drive: 140.06
balance in my checking account: not as much as I'd like it to be
opened cat food cans in refrigerator: 1
Twitter messages received today: 5
hours spent on couch last night, watching TV: approx 4.5
stickers on a Rubik's Cube: 54
days until Thanksgiving: 10
average get-out-of-bed time for the last four days: 10:30 am
amount spent at J & K Market this weekend: $16.82
Friday November 09 the twins™ (again)
MEtRoday: none
I posted on Monday about the anniversary of Hum's passing, and now I'll post about Rattle's.
Rattle passed away last night around 12:15 am. I had just finished catching up on the phone with an old friend, Ed from Nawlins, and I went back into the bedroom to get on my newly connected internet. Rattle was on her usual perch on the bed, I petted her and she seemed fine. A minute later I heard her jump from the bed to the floor, and since the bed is behind me (and I'm watchful of her every movement) I waited for her to walk past me, to go the litterbox or to head to the kitchen for her dinner which she had barely touched. When she didn't, I looked around for her, thinking she might have just moved to a spot under the bed to snooze for a bit.
Instead, I found her under the endtable-as-nightstand, lying on her side, panting with her mouth open. This is never a good sign for a cat. I pulled her out and placed her on the bed, where I noticed her eyes were cloudy and unfocused and her breathing was definitely not normal. I'm freaking out realizing this is exactly what happened to Hum a year and three days ago.
When I grab the phone and call Goldy, all I can remember saying to her is "Rattle is dying". Within the next few minutes Rattle meows and gasps for air, drooling on her side, with her tongue hanging out and I'm realizing that she is literally in the throws and I'm petting her and kissing her and petting her some more and telling her to let go and it's okay and for her to go and be with her sister. But what I'm saying out loud is something along the lines of "Ohmygodohmygodsweetiesweetieohmygodtwiniloveyouohsweetieohmygodohmygodtwinstwinitsokayohmygodsweetie". And as I'm doing this, she's arching her back, lets out a breath and goes soft. Then there's no movement, no sound, no focus, no twitch, no reaction: she's gone.
When Goldy arrives and we make the same trek to Friendship Animal Hospital that we did a year ago. Rattle will be privately cremated, and then her cremains will be mixed with Hum's, who's been waiting patiently in a box for her sister to join her. And actually, I guess The Twins™ and their other three siblings are maybe frolicking somewhere, just as they did when they were all together as kittens.
And so The Twins™ story comes to a close after 16+ years. What were you doing in 1991?
Rest in Peace, Rattle, 1991–2007. Go and play with Sissy now.
MEtRoday: 2022,
5029, 3183, 3064, 3283
I have theys internets at home! I have an advance bootleg of Duran Duran's Red Carpet Massacre which isn't due in stores until next Tuesday! In my new apartment I can cook and watch the television at the same time! I just unpacked my iSub woofer! I own a 25' Stanley Leverlock! I'm thinking of asking DL if he'd like to go out for dinner on a Saturday night! I'm sleeping on clean linens tonight! I just made plans for a Key West trip in March!
Wednesday November 07 apparently halloween was scary enough
MEtRoday: 3015,
1114, 3067, 5115
Tyra had a fierce party to go to last week and didn't want to air her flagship show. Fine. I wish these girls would get into a betchslap fight cuz this Cycle is a y-a-w-n-e-r.
Tuesday November 06 today was not a good day for bike commuting
MEtRoday: 5169,
3096, 5188, 6090, 1017
I knew it wasn't going to be a particularly good day for bike commuting when I woke up to the sound of rain. This means I will arrive to work wet. Or at least a little damp. Plus today is the first back to work since taking the week off to unpack, plus a day for Hum. I also have a new travel route to the Metro now, and it's about twice as long as it is when I was living at Jump Street to get to the train stop. Luckily though, I have a bike lane for most of the route. So despite the occasional puddle-splashing or bus pull-over I'm pretty much left alone even though the streets are pretty traffic heavy.
So I arrive at the Po-To stop, and sure enough, my thighs of my jeans are pretty wet, shoes are wet and the crack of my ass of pretty soaked from the backspin of the water from the back tire. Woe is me.
On the commute home, there is a fire at the Pentagon which will not be reported, so all the trains are experiencing "serious delays". Even the ones out in Rockville, I'm sure, knowing WMATA.
Since I'm trying to make it to class, and realizing now I've got six blocks further to ride to get there, I decide to make a straight line of it and head down G St, straight to the gym. I figured it's not a major road, and I didn't have time to cut up to any of the skreets that actually have bike lanes.
Everything is fine until I cross 7th St, where some yuppie in a black shiny station wagon throws open their driver's side door, about eight feet in front of me. I attempt to swerve, in the millisecond I have to react, and while turning the handlebar quickly left I'm thrown to the right but try to lean left anyway. I'm off balance and before I have time to yell "Shit!" or "Fuck!" or "Asshole!" or "You shit fucking asshole!" my right arm, which is lurching widely to the right in order to maintain my balance, is making contact with the door. Luckily it grazed the muscle of my forearm, and didn't hit any of those elbow bones that hurt/tickle so badly. And luckily I didn't hit the door with my knee or thigh, either.
I yelled "You shit fucking asshole!" and kept going. But from now on I'm riding in the middle of my lane, and not edging the parked cars. If people want to go around me, they can pass me just as they would any another vehicle.
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I think it's okay to remember someone exactly one year on the date of their death, and then you have to let the death go and remember more important dates, like birthdays or other special dates. Focus more on the memory of their life. With that said, here's a picture of Hum. With Rattle when they were four months old. Can you tell them apart? If you highlight this text with your cursor you can find the answer here: ----> Hum is on the right.
Saturday November 03 future junkie visitors' cutlass supreme
MEtRoday: none
Friday November 02 replacements
MEtRoday: none
Clever ads for the Washington Human Society in this week's City Paper:
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Thursday November 01 what's that mess?
MEtRoday: 1297,
3025, xxxx
Today is Wanda's last day at work. She's the receptionist. For some reason, maybe it's the nature of the job (read: boredom), people do not stay in this position for very long. Wanda's been there for about two years now, and that's a pretty good stride. But she's in love and moving to Texas, right outside of Dallas, so I can't really fault her for leaving.
So we're having a pizza going-away lunch, and even though I'm on off work this week, I'm going to pop in for the lunch. I really like Wanda, and I'm sorry to see her go. We've developed an easy-going laughing friendship over the last two years. And I want to say goodbye to her. This is what I will miss about Wanda:
• her catchphrase: "What's that mess?",
which everybody in the studio has started using
• her clipping out the Skylock Fox puzzle to see if I can solve
it
• sneaking back to my office in the afternoon to see what munchies I have
in my cabinet
• always having Almond Joy's or Kit Kat's or some other tasty treat at
her desk that she willingly shares
• the honesty that she reveals when telling stories (about past or present
events)
• her laugh, and more importantly, her sense of humor
• how she will never drink the last cup from the coffee pot, even if the
pot was made five minutes ago (coffee goes quickly in our studio). Instead
it's
"I ain't drinkin' that mess!", then she'll make a fresh pot
• her swalk through the studio. She used to be a flight attendant and
I can just picture that swalk (and it's definitely a swalk) up and down the
aisle of an airplane
• how she swears she had a friend in Newport News named "Ruby
Red Lipps".
~
Since I'm going into work where there's internet access, I'll post the last couple of days. I'll also try and take some pictures during the lunch, to be posted later.
