Coppertop

I went on a small set of online shopping sprees over the last few days. First, I decided that my wardrobe needed an update so I headed over to my favorite store (which is lovely about sending me great coupons) and spent about $150 on new clothes. After that I decided to have some fun at Target, and got new hangers (to save space since I am adding more clothes to my closet) among other things. The last of the shopping occurred today when I went onto drugstore.com and ordered a pumice stone, and two new vibrators. The last time I ordered vibrators on the site I accidentally sent the order to my father's address, though I did manage to have it cancelled before it was shipped. I guess the last purchase had been some gift items to him (none of which were battery powered), and when I went to ship my order his address was the default setting. It seems as if I wear out certain buzzing friends within about 6 months, so I tend to make sure I buy rather cheap ones so I don't feel badly when they have to be replaced. My only issue with some vibrators is that they take strange batteries, and it's hard to make sure I have replacements available when they start to purr with less enthusiasm. Generally speaking, I prefer for these little silicone buddies (usually disguised as brightly colored animals) to be small, cute, and work with AA or AAA batteries. Hopefully my package doesn't disappoint me...in more ways than one.

Back on the Market

I have been in some version of hell for the last few months. Shifting around things in my life puts me in a state of stress, and all I had done was shift one or more elements of my existence around. Now that I have a new job, a new apartment, and a new love life, I finally feel like things are settling down. For the first time in a few years I feel like I have structure, money, and a real home. Prior to moving into my first one bedroom apartment I was worried that I would be unable to adjust to having no one else around. It seems, however, to be rather relaxing to know that I can put things where I want them to go, and the level of cleanliness (or messiness) is entirely up to me. The only real situation arising at this point is that I need to maintain my focus on the fashion line despite having a full time job. Once all the "settling in" is over I will have no excuse to put it on the back burner. Ultimately in order to achieve a fully blissful state, I will have to push through the next few stages of my own business' development so that I can say, eventually, that my full time occupation is owner of my own company. The clock is ticking.