So, this happened yesterday. ↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓ In case the photo isn’t clear, that’s a GIGANTICUS (Definition: bigger then huge, but smaller than a dinosaur.) hole the size of my hand smack in the middle of my ass. And I went out in public like this. I shopped, blissfully (stupidly) unaware, at my favourite grocer—where everyone… Continue Reading
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Is there anything more disgusting?
I wanted to write about shopping today. And it was going to be funny. BRILLIANTLY funny, like gold. Seriously. But then I took a couple sips of coffee – fine, I took about 7 huge gulps because it’s morning dude, and I need my coffee no matter how much I’m all zen-like and pretend I… Continue Reading
How many women does it take to pick one mascara?
I am a makeup minimalist. And by minimalist I mean that I have no idea how to apply it, in what order, nor the patience to do it. My regimen consists of eye concealer (no one wants a close up of what another late night has wrought), a swipe of mascara, and lip balm. What?… Continue Reading