Maybe sex DOES sell?

According to the 200+ messages that’s spammed my Inbox for the past couple of hours, I seriously need to consider purchasing Viagra. Based completely on the fact that I don’t have the right parts for Viagra to work, I took the “purchase” end of the deal and now I’m surfing the net for interesting products to keep me happy.

I’m in the process of ordering a new graphics card, I may even buy Bella a new bed. I’m also considering loading up on new towels for the bathroom because Baby insists on using black towels and there are little black lint balls all over the house (white rug, easy to see).

I dyed my hair today because the gray was just shining through and really pissing me off. It didn’t cover the gray as much as I would have liked it to but at least my roots match the rest of my hair again. I’m searching high and low for a stylist because I’m in desperate need of a hair-cut. Since the last tragedy with my hair is now growing out, I’m confident that in the right hands I can get my hair back to where I wanted it to be. I want nice long layers with a touch of highlights. It’s how I’ve had my hair for years and I know, for sure, that there’s got to be ONE person in this entire freaking state that can give my exactly what I’m looking for (image to the left).

So now I’m off to finish my shopping and then I’m going to bother the boyfriend to figure out what he wants to do for dinner tonight. Neither one of us ate today (too busy with other things) so it’d be nice to sit down with him for a little while without having to concern ourselves with work.