confessions
i like justin timberlake. and that song he did with snoop dogg. i hunted all over europe for that single and found it in the virgin megastore in paris. cheers.
i read dooce.com daily. it inspires me to be a better writer and observer.
i think aveda is overrated.
i'm amazed at how much lemon balm oil costs: $34 per ounce!
i can't think of a time when i won't like the gap or shop there. but i did look around the other day and realized i was surrounded by dumb bitches on their cell phones.
did i say "like" that much when i was 15? i must have. it's the third word of every 15-year-old i've ever heard talk.
we're doing secret santa at work and i was really pissed when one of the nicest guys i work with didn't get a gift and figured out that the highly annoying guy drew his name and didn't get him anything. trying to not sweat the small stuff.
i watched the last episodes of "sex and the city" last weekend and totally cried when big showed up in paris to rescue carrie. i love big.
i haven't talked to hardly any of the other assistants from last year in france. and that's totally fine.
i have no idea what i want for christmas.
i'm pretty sure gwen stefani got a mini boob job. and she puts her lipstick on outside her natural lip lines. i'm so sick of her.
i wonder if i'll ever see any of my ex boyfriends ever again?
sometimes i wish i had naturally black, raven hair.
i'm drinking pink champagne right now.