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A guaranteed way to wake up feeling like trash without drinking or doing drugs, is to sleep with your make up on.
I'm slightly obsessed with the Demeter frangrance line. I've bought Angel Food which is okay. Next I might pick up Gin and Tonic, or something else that smells like beautiful food. I also want a fragrance called Clean, but it's $75, and that's a ridiculous price just to stink rather good. Bodyshop vanilla will always be my favourite anyway. Wish there was a Sephora here.
I'm a little bit ashamed but I think I'm going to buy a pair of Baby Phat shoes. They're camoflage. Wearing leather boots in the summer is... hot. Consume. Consume. Consume.
I saw a photograph of 3/4 of my body the other day. I'm not pleased. I can never wear that pair of pants again. The painted on look really isn't that sexy. Exercise and I are going to have to start getting along, and food and I will have to break up for a bit.
Working in a mall today reinforced my belief that sane people suck, and crazy people are beautiful. Working in my shitty store is fun. It's filthy and falling apart, and some of the customers kind of make you want to wash your hands after you serve them.
I want to live off sushi, miso soup, green tea ice cream and sashimi.
I'm slightly obsessed with the Demeter frangrance line. I've bought Angel Food which is okay. Next I might pick up Gin and Tonic, or something else that smells like beautiful food. I also want a fragrance called Clean, but it's $75, and that's a ridiculous price just to stink rather good. Bodyshop vanilla will always be my favourite anyway. Wish there was a Sephora here.
I'm a little bit ashamed but I think I'm going to buy a pair of Baby Phat shoes. They're camoflage. Wearing leather boots in the summer is... hot. Consume. Consume. Consume.
I saw a photograph of 3/4 of my body the other day. I'm not pleased. I can never wear that pair of pants again. The painted on look really isn't that sexy. Exercise and I are going to have to start getting along, and food and I will have to break up for a bit.
Working in a mall today reinforced my belief that sane people suck, and crazy people are beautiful. Working in my shitty store is fun. It's filthy and falling apart, and some of the customers kind of make you want to wash your hands after you serve them.
I want to live off sushi, miso soup, green tea ice cream and sashimi.