So EVERYTHING happened this week. Really.
Okay. Not really. But here’s some of the highlights for you lovelies!
I rocked a mani that focused on texture – glitter (weird, that never happens) versus matte. I used Chanel Black Satin, regular old craft store glitter, and Obsessive Compulsive’s Flatline mattifying topcoat. Can’t. Stop. Staring. At. Hands.
It was a billion degrees in the city this weekend, and I was reminded of how effing gross I look and feel when it’s this hot. It so awkward when people go in for the hug right after I walk into the restaurant from the sauna outside, and before I can warn them, they get an armful of sweat. My sweat. And I see the ‘ick’ on their face, and I immediately want to die of shame/move to Antarctica. And then I wait in the subway stop for my train home dripping and miserable to go home and take the second shower of the day and I’m all…
Daniel and I went to the gay bar and made bad choices in the worlds of liquor and karaoke. Which NEVER HAPPENS.
I bought this muscle tee because… yeah! And it shows off the tats. But mostly because of its hardcore truth telling.
Peeber got a new toy that holds catnip. He hates catnip. Obviously.
Candice and Nick got engaged – bring on the BLING PORN!
And on a day that I really, really needed a laugh, my lovely friend Julie cracked me up with THIS:
BOOM. See you next week!