I live with my dad.. it's good so far
everyone and everything is different in Vegas. I've lived here before. about ten years ago we moved FROM Las Vegas TO Colorado.. then I moved back. my dad lives in a gated community, one of many in this crazy, unsafe place. I watch too much C.S.I. I'm soooo paranoid! plus his house was burglarized not too long ago so there's actually some reason to my paranoia. I miss my friends :( I miss Fort Collins. at least there I could walk around and feel safe(ish) and I knew which bars were the good ones and the best place to get a burrito. there the smell is familiar and my hair and skin are predictable. here I step outside and am always surprised, either by how warm it is, how windy it is, or how stagnant and strangely cool it is. the last has actually happened the most. apparently they DO have a spring here
the other day I bought a push up bra. don't ask me why, it was a strange impulse. I don't like to flaunt my assets and I definitely do not like to draw attention to my upper body.. (I also don't need any help in that region, if you know what I mean) but I like the way the bras push me up and in. haaaaa haha, so there's that. conforming? not quite..
I've noticed that many many females in this town (dare I say most of them) have their nails done professionally in a salon. I've seen some attractive sets and some not-so-attractive ones and I'm actually contemplating having mine done someday. once I find a job that doesn't require me to use my hands too much... hmm, maybe that won't happen after all. it would be hard to knit with nails too. :( poo
