My uterus is currently staging a hostile takeover and winning by a mile. I fucking hate womanhood (except for a few choice parts of it). I feel like a very messy fire hydrant.
I watched Kill Bill, Vol 1 last night, and OH MY GOD. Loved it. Absolutely flingin'-flangin' loved it. I've never loved Uma Thurman but I love her now. And I love Lucy Lu even more. New girl-crush perhaps? Oh yes, I say. I will be watching awesome girl-samurai movies ASAP. In fact, to your left you'll see the ever-meek Lady Snowblood. Rock out, Lady Snowblood. In the meantime, call me Lady Snowflood.
I had a sudden attack of "must buy fragrances" yesterday which resulted in the purchase of Japanese Cherry Blossom lotion and perfume spray from Bath & Body Works as well as the purchase of the Brown Sugar & Fig perfume. I can't stop sniffing myself. I seem to have an unconscious urge for all things Japanese. Now if sushi was just on the South Beach diet. I could certainly suck the fish out of the sushi rolls, but the rice is a no-no.
Listening: the songs in my head...oddly enough "Red Right Hand" is today's in-head song of choice. Fitting given my fiery, bloody mood.