david duchovny, why don't you love me?

(please excuse the tripod-less pic of one of my favorite foods...once, a long time ago, while, um, let's just say, somewhere up in the clouds, i decided fried egg whites with fried cheese on top would be great. turns out, it is)

tonight, i was handed 150 dollars and told to leave. i've been here, inside, for days taking care of my guy who just had surgery and my kid who is well, acting as if we've been stuck inside for days. it was the nicest thing ever. i went clearance shopping and got new sketcher shoes, two skirts, a pair of plaid pants, lotion, a red necklace, a bra, two shirts, mascara, a couple of lip glosses, a hair thingy and slew of bath/shower stuff. i spent 100 and called it a night. i hate being appeased by shopping. i really do, but i'm telling you...i went from cooped up and bored feeling to fresh, new and flirty feeling. it's so weird. i'm glad i only do this about once or twice a year. i would be so broke...well, even broker...otherwise. i love, more than buying stuff, just looking for deals. it's like treasure hunting...it's why i love garage sales so much.

on a totally unrelated note...i happen to be on this mark wahlberg kick lately. right now i'm watching boogie nights. last night it was rockstar. ya know, those two movies are so similar in so many ways. the main difference is one highlights a young up-and-comer into the rock world. the other one highlights a young up-and-comer into the world or porn...hmmm, when ya think about it...i guess that's kinda the same anyway, huh? oh, and on an only somewhat related note, due to my recent discovery of the show californication, my david duchovny obsession has returned. i don't know what it is about that sexy beast of a man, but dammit he's hot. he's so much hotter now than ever before. i even found myself walking down an isle in target tonight fantasizing about him. mr. duchovny dominated my 90's, and now...my manly mulder is back...and hot damn is he sexy in californication. ewww...i talk like a freak when i talk about him. i don't know what happens to me. sorry.