I lied, there are no cookies.
Man, I really want cookies. I’ve been eating like garbage lately. Pizza for breakfast, cookies for lunch. Chips for dinner. Today I was getting ready for work and thought, “Why is my belly button frowning at me?” C’est la vie. Surprisingly enough, my weight has dropped. I won’t ask questions. I’ll just go with it.
I think it’s either a side of maturity or just pure not giving a shit but lately I’ve been thinking “Hmm, maybe beauty isn’t everything in life.” I think my therapist would be proud. I should call him. Maybe this is just winter thinking because I can hide in knits and scarfs and not worry about leg cheese. My legs are jacquard (all the fashion kids will find that humorous).
Ok, so girl talk time!
Let’s get into it.
First I want to share a song I’m loving that will make all girls feel like bad bitches when they listen. If I could sing I would want a raspy voice like Elle King. She sounds like she’s fueled by whiskey and cigarette butts. I love it.
You should also check out her song “Can’t Be Loved” (so good)
Another girly thing:
I’m wondering what y’all think about changing up looks? I was looking at old photos of myself and notice that I always do the same thing – long, big hair. I just bought new extensions, but I’m feeling an itch to cut my hair. Not J-Law short, but a long bob or a “lob”.
I just worry it’ll be 20 years from now and I’ll still be sporting the same hair style like the woman in the office who feathers her bangs,
You know her. She’s probably your mom.
What do you think? Have you tried to mix it up?
Does anyone remember the Sabrina the Teenage Witch episode where Jenny cuts off all her hair and Sabrina tells her over and over to repeat, “Hair grows, hair grows”?
If I could get rid of all this useless knowledge I could probably rule the world. Sigh.
Oh yeah, the Victoria’s Secret Fashion show is tonight (or being filmed tonight). I really appreciate that someone takes time out of their day to say,
“What can we do to make women everywhere feel bad about their bodies while simultaneously causing their boyfriends and partners to develop unrealistic expectations for women? I have millions of dollars to throw away, so let’s make it POP!”
To be honest, I watch every year. FOR THEIR HAIR!
I could care less about their tiny boobs. I don’t need anyone to blow me a kiss. I blow kisses to myself every day when I go to the bathroom at work. I watch purely for the perfect ombre or sombre or balyage. The weaves! the weaves!
*Kidding. Sort of.