Yup, a Lush Cosmetics store in Madison! I don't have to put in orders to Canada and wait a week and a half any longer, nor do I have to haul it two hours to Milwaukee to the store there to get my stuff! YES! I haven't used their stuff very often or lately because it was such a hassle to get my hands on, but now, all I need to do is head up the street and boom, I can get anything I need, freshly made, right away! Sweet! I'm planning on heading over tonight after work to check it out.
In other news, I'm moving into my new office building and getting set up. Let me say this, it is pretty spacious over here. The lighting is much better than the old office, that's for sure. It's a little bit farther of a drive, so I'll have to rebudget my time as well as money for gas, but that's nothing I'm unwilling to do.
Not much going on otherwise, but arguably, this is enough.
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I Am Iron Mandi
A very happy birthday to Robert Downey, Jr., as well as Heath Ledger, God rest his soul. I wanted to stop and say thank you to both of these great men for the way they've both influenced my life. Sadly, we lost Heath to drugs, and that same poison seriously messed up Robert. And both of their stories, the triumph and the tragedy, have deeply impacted my life. Like Heath and Robert, I was once addicted to drugs, too. I lost six years to them, and while that's awful, I remain ever grateful that it was six years and not seven. Or an entire lifetime, whether that's to my death or a lifelong dependency on poison, I don't know... and I don't know which fate would be worse. Heath scared me. He scared me straight, because I was doing the same drugs he was. I will never celebrate the fact drugs ended his life, but I am eternally grateful that his, well... sacrifice put the fear of God into me, and showed me, hey, what you're doing isn't cute, Mandi. Think about your family; are you
My Friend Dahmer..?
Received a graphic novel for Christmas from Mom, titled, "My Friend Dahmer," illustrated and written by John "Derf" Backderf. You've probably heard me talk about this one before; I've read it four times. It's based around serial killer Jeffrey Dahmer's youth; high school, specifically, told by Derf, a fellow classmate at Revere High School in Ohio. As you've all probably figured out by this point, I'm one of those people who rewatches and rereads things almost neurotically, as I feel I don't always catch everything in one - or even two or three, and in this case, four - read(s). I caught something on my fourth reading that didn't stick out to me as glaringly as it did this time, but this time, it really, really bothered me and changed my whole view on the graphic novel, leaving a sour taste in my mouth when, after Round Four, I put it down. Spoiler alert? Sorry, I'm not sure, but I'm pretty sure people know. The WORLD knows what this guy did. Dudes, this is Jeffrey Dahmer we're
Five Cent Discount Kitty
I went to the local Humane Society to look at cats. I've been considering getting one since April, when my parents offered to pay the adoption fee, all I had to do was select said feline. I took Mom with me, to keep me in check. First kitty we saw was an obnoxious, sweet boy named Roberto, who was completely convinced that I was playground equipment and treated me as such. Meatloaf came next, who wasn't really into me, but he was a sweet boy all the same. Sweetie was third in line, but she had a cold of some sort, and wasn't terribly interested in me, either. She was sweet and tolerated me, but sparks didn't fly for us. The fourth kitty I saw, a tiny but rather rotund little gray tabby, climbed into my lap with no invitation, purred her ass off and glared at me, as if to let me know, "you're not leaving this building without me." I resisted. I resisted so hard it hurt my heart... but I finally got up and walked out of the room. Mom gave me a look. I can't take her with me
Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil and Vile
Watched "Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil and Vile," the film on Netflix about Ted Bundy, and wow, was that well done... Jim Parsons blew me away, he was extremely convincing as a prosecutor who has had just about enough of Ted Bundy's sh*t. What scared me the most about the movie, (which wasn't overly violent, given we're watching a movie out, y'know, Ted Bundy), is I can see how Ted was so ... Ted. I don't even know what to call him; there aren't words in either language I speak that would accurately convey how manipulative and evil that man was. He said things that seemed entirely... not "normal," not by a long shot... maybe I mean, "I can understand how some people were sucked in by what they perceived to be 'his charm,'" but when you watch the event as a 360 kind of thing that personalizes the situation, it's so evident that's just deception masquerading as charm. It makes me wonder how hard Ted Bundy had to work to keep all of that going and be as successful as he was...
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