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aquaphor is a blessing from god. there is a heaven and it consists of eucerin filled clouds that penetrate the driest pores of my skin and rehydrates. i am reborn, drenched in essential oils and shit.
note to corporation: i am available for hire. all of these praises and more can be yours for the selling out, for an exceptionally low, low price. please contact for additional details.
in other news: i hate dress shopping. i hate shopping for clothes, but i hate dress shopping more. i particularly hate it when it's sale season and i have to deal with store after store after store only to be left with the following two choices:
option #1: a cheap and unflattering looking strapless dress, usually wrinkled and very boring looking.
option #2: a cheap and unflattering looking dress made of jersey material and embellished with a variety of faux gems that will surely fall off as soon as it exits the store.
needless to say, i am in quite a pickle for this company christmas party on saturday. if i want my free filet mignon and open bar, i better be dressed to a T. this is a formal engagement after all. on a worse note, i've recently had the epiphany that none of my clothes are suitable for any occasion. everything from my jeans to my nightgowns are tattered and crippling my style. sorry, i take that back. my style was always crippled. i just don't have college as an excuse anymore.
here is a photo of executive koala because i'm incapable of ending a journal entry on any sort of relevant note.
note to corporation: i am available for hire. all of these praises and more can be yours for the selling out, for an exceptionally low, low price. please contact for additional details.
in other news: i hate dress shopping. i hate shopping for clothes, but i hate dress shopping more. i particularly hate it when it's sale season and i have to deal with store after store after store only to be left with the following two choices:
option #1: a cheap and unflattering looking strapless dress, usually wrinkled and very boring looking.
option #2: a cheap and unflattering looking dress made of jersey material and embellished with a variety of faux gems that will surely fall off as soon as it exits the store.
needless to say, i am in quite a pickle for this company christmas party on saturday. if i want my free filet mignon and open bar, i better be dressed to a T. this is a formal engagement after all. on a worse note, i've recently had the epiphany that none of my clothes are suitable for any occasion. everything from my jeans to my nightgowns are tattered and crippling my style. sorry, i take that back. my style was always crippled. i just don't have college as an excuse anymore.
here is a photo of executive koala because i'm incapable of ending a journal entry on any sort of relevant note.