those damn cosmos

Sometimes odd cosmic things happen. Lately I've been thinking about how I need to do a better job of grooming my eyebrows. I have to say that they are quite sexy if properly plucked. But I'm lazy, and I hate the pain of plucking hairs out one by one. And of course moving to a new city where you don't know how to find the good bargains on "beauty" makes the task more daunting. So last night I asked Anna for some tips. Then I googled and Citysearched a bit this morning on the topic. I may just have to go around on foot and investigate. I just can't fathom paying $20 for something that will take all of two minutes. It's not a pressing matter or anything.

But getting back to the cosmic bullshit... I just got a friend request from this weirdo, who offers these kinds of services. Maybe it had something to do with that creepy moon last night?

The blogs I could do on the weirdos that contact me through MySpace, my dating life, and all the things I censor...wow.