So, I finally saw the Big Lebowski. Please hide your shock and dismay. I don't know what was wrong with me to wait so long. I'm now a woman obsessed. At the end it basically seemed like the most pointless movie ever, but then I realized that's the genius of it and am now in love. I keep thinking about and giggling over many parts. I can't wait to watch it again. I bust out with lines from it randomly in conversation. Everyone (and, by everyone, I pretty much mean everyone) who was smart enough to see the movie when it came out--rather than nine years later--smiles at me indulgently. I've harassed numerous coworkers into putting quotes from it up as their IM headlines, so when I look at the little window and see hilarious lines next to my friends' names, I am happy, happy, happy.

What can I say? This is what I do, and I think people are agreeing so I will stop popping up on their computers with IM messages that say "Where is your line from the Big Lebowski? I expect to see one up there immediately. Quit whining. Just pick one and put it up. Right now!" I really feel I'm putting my natural bossiness to good use.

I impulse bought something called Lip Venom at Sephora while shopping with a friend today. Sephora is my guilty pleasure store. I love spending lots of time inspecting all the girly stuff, even if there isn't much I actually use in daily life, and every once in a while I splurge on something that looks fun. The purpose of Lip Venom is to "enhance lip color and shape." It certainly does that. It also leaves a short-lived burning/tingling sensation on your lips. The strange feeling is worth the desired effect, but I can't help but think that if you kiss a boy after applying this stuff, he will certainly notice that you have lovely bee-stung lips, but he may also wonder why smooching them causes his own to burn. I fear that, without explanation, he may silently consider the possibility that there is something wrong with you that you are now passing along to him. I guess that's one way to leave an impression. Muah!

What's funny to me is that quite a few of my guy friends, at least those who read the blog, have made reference to the Ankle Grabber recently. It just keeps coming up. Mostly, they seem worried that pretty much anything they say or do will cause me to refer to them as the Ankle Grabber 2, so they work hard to act ultra-appropriately. "Uh oh, I touched her arm/leg to show understanding or concern during a conversation. Oh my god, must snatch hand away immediately otherwise I'm just like the Ankle Grabber! I said something nice to her...does she think I'm saying it in manner of Ankle Grabber? Hug quickly and back away, or I'm just like the Ankle Grabber!" Yeah. No. I'm not thinking that, but I'm starting recognize the signs when it crosses your minds. I seriously don't think anyone I know could do anything that would make me feel Ankle Grabberish. I am very grateful for that. :)