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Armani Code for women kind of smells like motion sickness

November 7, 2009 Leave a comment

I’m on the market for a new fragrance. I ran out of Calvin Klein’s lovely Eternity Summer and only sort of knew what I wanted my next fragrance to be. I’d been pining over Chanel’s Coco Mademoiselle for a while — especially at the time when I acquired Eternity Summer — but I think those days are over. I don’t like the way it smells on me, so I’ve decided to just let it go. In the meantime, I’ve got a shitload of samples so I’m trying to see if any of them react well with my skin.

Euphoria, which I used briefly last fall, is pretty nice but it smells just a bit too sweet. Armani Code for women smells a bit too strong (very woman), hence the motion sickness association (I used to be greatly affected by motion sickness, and I remember my mother’s strong fragrances making me feel like I was going to puke right there and then, in whatever stuffy car we were in). Anyway — it’s nice, but sweeter and stronger than I’d like. Amor Amor by Cacharel is the front-runner at the moment.

I don’t think I’ve ever gone so long without a perfume. I usually have a new one waiting for me to finish the last few drops of the old one… I don’t know what happened here. I wanted Chanel’s Allure for a long time, but my mom got it as per my recommendation, so there you have it.

So, what else has been up since the last time I posted? Well, the issue of the moment is that public transit hasn’t been running since Tuesday. The transit union, in short, isn’t happy. Apparently, a salary averaging $50,000 a year + crazy benefits aren’t enough for them. I understand that it must be frustrating to be without a contract for such a long time (since March). But the contract — which sounds fucking swell, by the way — proposed by SEPTA was quickly turned down, complicating things ever-so-slightly.

The contract “included a $1,250 bonus upon ratification, a 2.5 percent raise the second year, and a 3 percent raise in each of the final three years.

It also called for no increase in the workers’ health-insurance contributions, which are 1 percent of base pay. It called for a graduated increase in workers’ contributions to their pensions, from 2 percent to 3.5 percent, and an increase in the maximum pension payment to retirees, from $27,000 a year to $30,000 a year.”

Do you know how many people would kill for a contract like this? I’m not sure the transit union gives a shit or even knows whom this strike is hurting. I’ll tell you: it’s the people who don’t have cars, bicycles, or any other means of getting to work. And it’s precisely those people who might lose their jobs because they can’t. get. to. work. Those are the people whose jobs most likely involve more than just sitting on their behinds pulling levers and pressing buttons to make a vehicle crawl along the tracks, driving a bus around town, or sitting behind a window to sell tickets. Jobs that most likely pay less than those greedy bastards earn each year. Jobs that also might not offer health insurance.

So that’s my outrage of the moment. FUCK the union.

 

Mmm, steak.

May 19, 2008 1 comment

Saturday, Mom and I headed to the King of Prussia mall to look for a handbag and a watch–both for Mom. She got this bag in black, but no luck with watches (she’s looking to replace the watch that she lost a few weekends ago, also a Fossil). Come to think about it, maybe we should have gone to the Fossil store instead of browsing in Macy’s for hours. To be fair, we had coupons for Macy’s, so there.

We got hungry after walking around some more, and headed for our usual spot, the California Pizza Kitchen–only the wait was thirty to forty minutes and we were HUNGRY. We don’t like food courts, so we had to look for another restaurant. I grabbed a map and spotted a Rock Bottom in the other building; remembering the yumminess that was Rock Bottom in Bethesda, I decided that we had to have dinner there.

We were seated immediately. Mom had decided that, if she couldn’t have pizza, she’d have steak; I followed suit. She had a delicious filet mignon with fries and green beans, and I ended up with a New York strip with mashed potatoes and green beans. I had been craving steak for a bit over two years, so that 14oz piece of MEAT definitely hit the spot. For dessert, we shared the triple chocolate stout cheesecake. Even with a stuffy nose, I could tell that it was delicious.

Speaking of stuffy nose, I felt like shit all day Saturday and I still went shopping with my mother. At fucking King of Prussia. And I had a great day.

I didn’t get anything for myself on that shopping trip, but I did find my next perfume! It will be Allure by Chanel. I’d always liked Allure, but I never really experienced it fully. When we were still at Macy’s, I sprayed some on me and walked around to see how the fragrance worked with me. Suffice it to say that I fell completely in love with it! Allure for men is also very, very good. I can’t wait to finish my current perfume! It’s Gucci’s Envy Me–a fun, sweet scent, but I’m generally not a fan of what I call “pink perfumes” (like Yves Saint Laurent’s Babydoll, which I have used in the past). I like warmer, muskier scents.

Another highlight of Saturday was the quick stop we made at Rite Aid before leaving the mall. I bought some NyQuil Cold & Flu, which underage folks aren’t allowed to buy (as I found out at the register, when the cashier asked for my date of birth).

And on that note, it’s time for me to take my NyQuil and get knocked out.

p.s. My chipping red nails didn’t last long. On the morning of the 14th, I took the polish off; that night, I painted my nails white. The white didn’t last long, either; I removed it Friday night.