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[rubykatewriting]

Went to the mall and got my exercise for the day. Down one end and back around. Hit Bath & Body Works, Aveda, Origins (where I seriously disappointed the employee with my refusal to let her test out some new goop on me in hopes I'd be persuaded to purchase it. Hello - don't buy anything but your body scrub. Do you want me to waste your time?), then ran over to James Avery to get a silver chain for my star pendant. And finally, I stopped by La Madeleine for a chicken salad sandwich and Caesar side salad, which is currently sitting in my belly like lead.

Ick. I forgot to tell them hold the mayo and am regretting it something fierce.

In other news, my cousin, my darling, beautiful Rae, emailed me today. She never ceases to amaze me with her intelligence, or scare me with how much we are alike. In addition to our family vacation this summer, she also plans to come next year on her spring break. I guess it's genetic, this planning months and months in advanced; she's already ordered me to save up my vacation so I can take off.

Can't blame her really, the highs right now are in the 20s. The 20s. Bloody hell. Poor baby, and she is so not a winter-loving person either.

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[briary-flower.livejournal.com]

Do old people excercise in malls during the winter in America? My sister had a job once at a coffee kiosk in a mall and she told me about these walking clubs for the older set. Oh, guess who she served coffee to once? Carmen Electra! (Heh.)

This weekend I:

1. Lazed about.
2. Went to the library.
3. Watched Constant Gardner (hated it, sorry)
4. Ate chocolate.
5. Lazed about.

[rubykatewriting.livejournal.com]

You see the older set mostly in the early mornings at the malls. They've got their fanny packs and they have purpose in their gait. It's year-round here, for a number of reasons. It's dry, cool, and the only thing you're likely to run into is another person, or maybe a stroller.

Carmen Electra? Well. Hmph. I worked at a coffee bar and all I was treated to was bad music on Friday and Saturday nights and annoying church kids on Sunday evenings. Not to say that Carmen Electra would be my top pick. Out of all the coffee fanatics in Hollywood, there are a couple (read: a million) I would rather serve than her. Was she nice at least?

Now that's a weekend. I did a fair bit of lazing about myself, and ate my fair share of Girl Scout cookies. Heh. I'd be interested to talk about The Constant Gardener. Why did you hate it? We must discuss.