It's raining (again/still), and the spattering on the living room windowpanes sounds uncannily like someone chomping on a jawbreaker while pressing their mouth to the glass. God, I want a jawbreaker. Or candy. Or something junk-foody.
How much do I want something noshy and disgusting? So much that I consumed half a bag of kettle chips tonight. If you've ever eaten a meal with me, the topic of my hatred for all potato products will inevitably arise. Fries, mashed potatoes, hashbrowns, latkes, potato chips: all are gross to me. Until I got my period today and Noah had a half-eaten bag of yogurt & green onion kettle chips on the fridge, at which point my desperate need to consume 5000 grams of salt in one day arose.
God, next thing you know, I'll eat ketchup.
Helllooooooooooo, hiring committee at the Walker. Could you just wait about two years and then give me a call? I'd be delighted to run your charming little institution.
I caved and bought the Garnier Sleek & Shine set, and oh my god. I used it today, (without using up the still rather full other, non-sleek shampoo in the shower! scandal!) and despite being 88 degress and ultra-humid outside, my air-dried hair is rather, well, sleek. $3.99 well spent.
I have been alerted to a seriously kick-ass clearance website (Chole! DVF! Marc!), on which I plan to spend a lot of money that I'm pretending to have. If I link to it, promise you won't buy the last DVF green gingko wrap dress in size 8? Ok. Because that dress is MINE. Hands off.