Does anyone know how I can go about fixing my credit? I have some creditors to pay off, but I know there's also a time frame in which you don't have to pay them off anymore because of how many years go by because it's already on my credit.

Anyway, is there a credit person/business I can talk to get sound advice?

i just ROYALLY messed up my hair...bleached the top half...it didn't turn out right and can't do another bleach (my hair will NOT handle it), so i'm thinking i am just going to cover it.
i want to stay away from chemicals, so, of course, i look to lush!!
i'm thinking of trying one of the Cacas. probably Brun.

will it be dark enough on bleached hair, or will i have to do it more than once?
also, i'm looking for a DARK brown (on the cooler side, i don't want red brown, just a straight up dark brown), but not too close to black. should i just stick with the brun, or do i have to do a mixture?

i need some serious caca knowledge! ty

Hey dudes!

I'd just thought I post this here since we are located in the middle of Los Angeles. My wonderful glasses shop-- SEE EYEWEAR-- is having a trunk show starting tomorrow and ending on Sunday. We may only carry our own brand but they're unique and totally fucking cool AND not as pricey as we look! (Single vision lenses are included on the frame price!)

So you should come and get glasses. We're in the Beverly Center, 6th floor near Macy's across from D&G. If you pop by after the trunk show, mention el-jay and I'll give you 10% off! Just ask for Larissa.

Hope to see you. Its going to be kickass!

Can someone point me to an official Church document referencing the rules for Eucharistic Adoration, specifically regarding whether or not someone needs to be physically present in the chapel at all times? If there are any special rules for a dedicated chapel such as a monastery, where only religious community members have access, that would be particularly relevant.

The reason I'm asking is because for Advent my community has been discussing doing Holy Hour, and I had suggested that perhaps we leave the Eucharist exposed overnight and until the following evening. My suggestion was objected to on the grounds that we would need someone to be present in the chapel at all times. While I understand this to be typical practice for purposes of security of the Eucharist, I wasn't sure that it was an actual rule of the Church. Again, I'm looking for a specific reference to an official Church document, if anyone is able to point me in that direction. Thanks!

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I've long loved the girl group era, so you can imagine my joy when I spotted a four-disc collection of "Girl Group Sounds" at the library the other day. Des and I have been listening to the goodness for the last few days and having a lot of fun with the music. And the lyrics! It's funny to hear Des make these random exclamations at the tales of betrayal, abuse, heartache, and general mind-fuckery that the girls sang about. You really can't ask for a balder portrait of patriarchy than in the lyrics of girl group songs.

The set, by the way, is from Rhino. If and when I find myself back in some money, I might have to splurge and get the set just for its sheer gimmicky opulence: it comes boxed in a hat box, the booklet is made to look like a diary, the CDs are housed in oversized makeup compacts, and the discs themselves look like powder puffs. Fantastic!

As the AMG review rightly points out, the set is strengthened by the fact that it skips the obvious songs, going for B-sides, rarities, and lesser-known hits. This is a big beef I have with oldies and classic rock-style radio programming: there's such a rich heritage of great music from the three decades you're picking your playlists, why go with the same 50 songs over and over?

To whit, here's a few selections of my personal favorites:

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"Hawaiian Hip Hop"

The final four girls learn some hip hop hula moves before channeling Pele, the Hawaiian goddess of volcanoes, during this week's photo shoot. Jay reveals that two girls will be sent home in this week's elimination. The guest judge is Seventeen Magazine editor-in-chief Ann Shoket.

***NO SPOILERS IN THIS POST! DO NOT COMMENT ON ANYTHING (that wasn't in any of the previews or the above description, obviously) YOU MAY HAVE SEEN OR HEARD REGARDING THIS EPISODE UNTIL THE MOMENT ACTUALLY AIRS!***

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What is your HG long-wearing foundation? I'm currently using Lancome's Teint Idole Ultra, which I really like, but I'm looking for something with a bit more coverage to hide pores, some redness from pimples, as well as some minor acne scarring. Plus I'm a bit of a foundation whore and always wonder if I can find something better. I've tried Colorstay and Estee Lauder Double Wear and loved the fact that they looked flawless almost all day, but they always break me out (maybe it's the SPF?). Some foundations I'm thinking of trying are Make Up For Ever Matt Velvet, Make Up For Ever HD, Prescriptives All Skin Liquid Mineral Foundation, and Diorskin Forever Extreme Wear. I have very sensitive combination skin that is especially prone to breakouts. I'm also pretty fair skinned with pinkish undertones, so good color selection is important. Does anyone have any reviews or recommendations? I'd really appreciate it! :D

"I realized just how effective the demonization of welfare has been when I was actually shocked to hear kids, in a show targeted at other kids, being led in a chant that said being poor or on welfare shouldn’t be shameful and did not reduce their worth as human beings. Can you imagine a TV show, even on PBS, putting something like this on the air today? Our public discourse at this point says that being on welfare is shameful, and that those receiving it in fact aren’t “somebody.” They are dependents, lazy loafers, and their kids are just additional burdens on the state; they don’t have the same rights to dignity and respect as other citizens, and they certainly shouldn’t expect to get it."

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This picked up my mood considerably today. And while it's not specifically advice or a suggestion of some kind, maybe it'll pick up someone's mood too?

I was just carded at the supermarket to purchase NyQuil. Supposedly you must be 19 to buy such things. If I was paying close attention I would have learned that from Breaking Bad. Isn't that what they use to make meth? I think I'm wrong. I just wanted an excuse to reference Breaking Bad because I am having withdrawal from my favorite meth cooker Walt. Funny thing is, I never take conventional medicines like NyQuil. I just feel as if I need them in desperate times. I think Cold #2 is approaching my immune system and I just want to be prepared for the worst. Since I'm vampire, I've been trying to sleep all day but I failed in my mission. For some reason my heart kept thumping at an irregular speed which then caused my temperature to rise and I began to sweat underneath my blankets and sheets. Tossing and turning. Earplugs plugged in my ears. It's nearing six in the morning and I've been wrestling this restlessness for two hours. Buffy the Vampire Slayer has been my nighttime lullaby. I'm currently watching season two. Angel reaches full contentment/pure happiness (in other words orgasms) and becomes Angelus again. The gypsy curse is broken and Buffy cries in the fetal position on her teenage bed with her black boots still on. Joss Whedon, I love you. An hour or two later I'm still trying to fall asleep. I feel congested. I can't breathe through my nose properly. My thoughts linger on what I'm going to talk about in therapy in the afternoon. But if I don't get any sleep I'm not going to want to talk at all. Sleep. I need sleep. I reach down my boxer-briefs and start jerking off because sometimes that helps. I think about the boy who jumped in my car one night and immediately started giving me head. He was wearing flannel pajama pants. And his name was Lenny. I cum all over my stomach and chest and I'm still as restless as I was before. I pull out the only Nietzsche book I own. Thus Spoke Zarathustra. I read the introduction by Walter Kaufman and the first paragraph of the prologue and turn the book over on my nightstand. I can't do this at seven in the morning when I have the sniffles. My body still aches from the pilates class I went to the night before. I struggled through all those poses. The instructor made sure to correct me and spoke with me after the class. I blame my inflexibility and fatigue. I woke up from a four-hour sleep just to torture myself at the gym. I start thinking about Los Angeles and the weekend I spent out there in September. I think about Disneyland and how much I was opposed to giving into the experience. I couldn't have fun there. I had to see Disneyland as the institution, as the corporate monster who feeds off of us as consumers. The generalized worlds and cultures in the "It's a Small World" ride. The credit schemes and the sad sad people who suspend their disbelief so much they believe in the artifice. I did let my guard down because I was being a jaded Negative Nancy. But why am I thinking of these thoughts at seven in the morning when I'm trying to fall asleep? I pull out my notebook and start writing these thoughts down. I blame Baudrillard, hyperreality, and E.L. Doctorow. A feeling of desperation comes over me as I'm sweating underneath my blanket. This restlessness is not helping my already deteriorating will to live. I start thinking of how meaningless everything is. I think about the amount of suffering that continues to cripple every human being I know. I start thinking of Richard Kelly's The Box and how strange it made me feel. Especially when Gabrielle and I were walking out of the theater in the Tanger Outlets at 1:30 in the morning. This fictional "city" of stores built in the middle of Deer Park. Perfect design and perfect architecture. Places like this don't usually exist in New York. They only exist in places like Florida and Arizona. Water fountains, clear-cut sidewalks and Muzak playing from speakers hidden in artificial rocks and plants. This song playing from the rocks had a really sad woman singing as we are walking around this desolate city of stores, with no one else around. Who is this woman singing to and where is the rest of the world in relation to us? We expected zombies to come running for us. Why do zombies alway run now? Danny Boyle you corrupted the genre! The Box was a brilliant brilliant movie. A lazy postmodern dissertation on human nature. Richard Kelly always makes movies with his influences on his sleeves. Blatant references to the 70s sci-fic genre. The Box was a Twilight Zone episode lengthened into 115 minutes of existential dread. As pacifistic as Richard Kelly can be without using standard political tropes. Sartre being quoted by a man with half a face and references to No Exit throughout. Cameron Diaz as Norma Lewis with painful tears in her bloodshot eyes. Who knew she could move me in such a way. But I'm in bed...my heart palpitating and I remember hearing the song playing during the closing credits while I'm in the bathroom at the urinal. There I am standing facing the tiled wall, pissing into a ceramic square relieving the pressure on my bladder, feeling so animalistic and insignificant. Realizing I'm part of a species without any empathy left, or a species that never had any empathy to begin with. Plagued with this corporeal "box." A body which deteriorates and ages with every moment, beginning at birth. This insignificance, or the realization of it, is what plagues my current existence. It kept me from falling asleep this morning. It's the reason I have been experiencing this life as a murky haze lately. I spend hours sleeping or not sleeping. Ugh...even in my writing I can't get out of bed. It's been my current affliction and I'm oh so tired of it.

Much of queer history has involved loving in secret. This has also meant mourning in secret. Much of the demand for a world that required neither of these tragedies came out of the AIDS crisis. Much of my coming out to myself, and others, was initially done with this as a backdrop; it is real to me, visceral and terrifying and not so far away as it should be.

In an act of bigotry, the governor of Rhode Island has vetoed a bill giving domestic partners the right to claim the bodies of — and make funeral arrangements for — their loved ones.

Aside from its obvious practical consequences, this act says that in the governor's view gay people are not fully human and either incapable of or not entitled to the full spectrum of human emotions, including grief and love, and that the family units we have been making for centuries as best we can in even the darkest of times are, apparently, merely, figments of our imagination.

Silence = Death remains one of, if not the, most important thing I have ever learned. I know this every time someone wishes I were quieter.

I love the clothes on Modcloth.com etc, but does anyone know any British online stores which stock a similar style of clothes, shoes and accessories?
I know I can get things shipped from Modcloth, and I used to order a lot from American stores but exchange rates and changes in shipping and customs costs mean it is no longer economically preferable :(

Thanks :)

This Saturday, you'll have another chance to catch ENGLISH BEATS, a fun-filled free night at
the Argonaut in the Atlas District.

On the second Saturday of each month, you will hear the best in new indie and electro from the UK and beyond. You'll also have the opportunity to sample some of the best food in town, and meet the great bar staff.

English Beats at the Argonaut
1433 H Street, NE
Every Second Saturday from 10 pm - 2am, upstairs
NO COVER!

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