Who else finsd Olivia Newton John (ONJ) unbearable? I think it’s the breathy voice. Give me Rizzo any day of the week! And DON’T get me started on her weird baby-like hips at the end of the movie in those lycra pants. Just don’t.
But back to MY world sans ONJ – It’s been an interesting summer so far. Here’s what I’ve been up to:
I randomly purchased this Tarte lipstick in Angelic Nude from Sephora the other week. Anything with the word “butter” in it draws me in…just like all the other millions of white-girls these kindsof brands market to.
My hands after the aforementioned trip to Sephora were completely covered…in swatches. Apparently I favor peach and coral lipsticks that don’t like to come off!
I have managed a couple trips to some of America’s finest swimming pools this summer. The list is short, but speaks volumes: the swimming pool at my grandparents old folks home and my mom’s friend’s house that is for sale. SO bougie you guys.
As you can probs tell, I have gone home a couple times this summer and well, YOU KNOW what happens in Kennewick
stays in Kennewick I put on the internet.
I find this position to be quite comfortable during my 3.5 hour drive, go fig. Legal?
I try on tiaras at Charming Charlie with absolutely zero f*ucks given and shamelessly take a selfie. That woman in the back? WAS TOTALLY STARING AT ME.
I go to Mexican food with Nan and Meg and contemplate ordering a Chi Chi – which is the world’s perfect drink.
We get alllllll the candy and watch Gone Girl and feel bad for Neil Patrick Harris.
I let McDoogal give me kisses even though her mouth is literally a cave of decaying doggie chiclets.
I wear my signature shirt with a wholesome CMS (closed-mouth smile).
I run haphazardly down the street for 10 minutes and sweat 186 buckets.
I also received this amazing sticker from a co-worker of mine, (HEY TYLER!) and am trying hard to think of reasons NOT to order 10 more and stick them to nearly everything I own. Because funny.
All for now!