New improved rose-scented Myspace oddballs

So I got a myspace message asking me if I wanted to be an eye model?! Because apparently they're shooting eye make-up and glasses stuff in Durham and Sunderland and they need models. That is surely not a real job. Although I am unemployed again for the next few weeks, and it would be hilarious to tell people I'm a model and watch them double take.*

I just watched Bartoli beat Henin: it was so cool. I like how women tennis players actually have arms which take up three dimensions. The post-match interview where she talked about seeing Pierce Brosnan was also really funny.

Today, after I had washed my hair with rose shampoo and put on my rose perfume, washed my hands in rose handwash and got dressed in clothes washed with rose fabric-softener, and sat down with my rose and raspberry tea and a turkish delight to finish 'Westward the Course of Empire...' I read this:

[ok, you need to know that, in the story, everyone is eating these deep-fried roses (which apparently do actually exist: I google-image-searched them) which have some weird chemical effect on them, but some of the characters say they're obscene and here's the reason:] "You don't put what's beautiful inside you, as fuel, when the whole reason it's beautiful is that it's outside you. Supposedly certain things are in the world. To see. Not to chew up and swallow and expel."

That also being a commentary on the story's whole project of re-processing John Barth (exhaustion vs. fuel). But also made me think maybe I ought to change my shampoo at least.

*If I was going to be a body-part model I would 100% be an ear model. I have really good ears.