infatuated with the unattainable...

i love lip balm....i'm addicted to lip balm....every chance i get, i find myself reapplying DCT....
lip balm oh lip balm....

it's interesting the people you can meet at bookstores...and as i was once a protester against spending hours reading in the aisles numbing the butt and aching the back, i am now this bookstore-aholic (one more addiction to add to the list)...and b/c my interests are willing to wane towards others in order to open myself up to the millions of different perspectives of interests out there, i find myself staring at other people and wanting to know what they are reading, what they are interested in, what is going on with them.....in addition to my big mouth and "career soul searching"....the convo's you can easily strike up in the business aisle is bewildering.....and when you get sick of that....move over into the "body sculpting aisle", then sidestep into landscape architecture, and then take a nap between the books of FOOD FOOD OH GLORIOUS FOOD.....yes, victor, it's ironic and i'm sadistic....cheers.