Is it strange that I'm eating my leftover Cava for breakfast?
I got a new facewash (it has charcoal in it, and that's some kind of a thing) and it smells like men's cologne. Like very good men's cologne.
I was at Barnes and Noble last night. I took a stack of 12 books up to a table to peruse, but when I got there I knocked everything over (including the prior tenant's Starbucks). I reassured myself that if this were a movie, my clumsiness would be very charming.
I really love cookies.
Daaaaang Ingrid Michaelson, yo' new album is all woah.
Earlier this week I was sleeping with my fan on. Now I'm back to my electric blanket.
I got caught in 4 downpours on Tuesday. It's a good thing "Wet Cat Chic" looks amazing on me.