joint custody

So, apparently my two beds in my two separate homes have been granted joint custody of my body. This is how it works: I can only spend half a night at a time at Common Ground. When I wake up there, no matter what time it is, I have to drive back to West St. Paul. Its fabulous, really. Easy drive at 3am...
I'm addicted to MAC and Halley at Nordstrom is my new favorite friend. Not only did Mom get Blushbaby to add some color to her cheeks as a surprise to make her feel better (I'm an amazing daughter)but Star violet, Woodwinked and Hand forged have all been adopted into my MAC family.
I think I got stalked on the way home from the Mall. This guy in a gold Volvo was doing strange things with his vehicle. It was disturbing.
Mands and I watched Garden State last night. I loved it. And not like "pizza love" loved it, like true, deep, meaningful love...the kind you read about sometimes. Soulmate love. Ok, that might be pushing it but it was fabulous. If you haven't seen it, rent it. Or just buy it because you're going to want to own it after you see it anyway. Its right up there with Eternal Sunshine. They're tied for first in my book.
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