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Mascara and lipgloss and A CONTEST, oh my!

By the time I was a teenager, I was fully immersed in a world of Clinque lipgloss and Tribe perfume. Thankfully, my mom realized I was hooked and took me to rehab an Estee Lauder expert who explained that lipliner should not be black and blush? Should not be seen as a fuchsia tiger stripe running across my face.

Thanks, mom.

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The downside to this addiction is that I’m pretty much solely responsible for Sephora existing. I’ve at least paid for the owner’s yacht a few times over with my addiction to “mascara research”. So I’ve …READ MORE

Here’s what they didn’t tell you

They didn’t tell you how fun blogging could be. How excited you would be when you got your first comment, when you saw your name on someone’s blogroll, when you plucked out a handful of words from the vast English language to make sentence you were proud to write. A sentence that you would re-read because you loved it so much, a sentence that would ring in your head and roll off your tongue like poetry. No, they didn’t tell you that.

They didn’t tell you about the community. My word, the community. The people you would meet, the friends …READ MORE

Heartbreakers & Dealmakers

I knew a guy once who had the annoying habit of cracking his knuckles before sleep. It drove me INSANE. Nothing is more unsettling than drifting off and being awakened by a large CRACK!, followed by nine more CRACKS! .  (Well, of course there are things more unsettling than this but it really does make my top five- sandwiched in between being woken up by someone staring at you and finding out that your ex-boyfriend used to masturbate to your grade 9 graduation photo. Bullet? Dodged.).

So, I did what any girl who loves sleep more than she should- I …READ MORE

I’m not talking about Grey’s Anatomy

For reasons I will never be able to articulate, I seem to swing violently between being 100% confident in my life and my choices and the direction I’m going- to the other extreme, 100% puddle on the kitchen floor, all emo with mascara stains on my cheeks feeling like I have yet to make a right choice and my life is doomed for failure before I hit thirty. There’s no in between, no grey area, no room to stretch- to accept that some choices might have been successes while others were failures.  I paint everything with the same brush: it’s …READ MORE

Waiting

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I’m waiting for the sun to finally prove to me that Spring is here. I’m waiting for the mocking to begin when I confess I saw this movie last night. I’m waiting for my brother to tell me what he’s already told everyone else. I’m waiting for my feelings to stop hurting. I’m waiting for Victor and Tammy to win The Amazing Race. I’m waiting for someone to tell me I shouldn’t want them to win. I’m waiting for a job offer, a moment of clarity, this dress to go on sale.

I’m waiting for the Next …READ MORE

Now I Know… (aka Peter sucks)

I thought I knew what it was to be a woman…

I thought that I understood passion and desire.

And then I met Peter

He changed me on a very basic, but profound, level.

He taught me to believe and to dream.

He’s ruined me for all other men.  FOREVER.

For my part, I’ve memorized all 700ish of his blog posts.  I sleep with his book under my pillow.  And I’ve created a paper-mâché version of Peter that I occasionally dance with at night.

Peter is all that is good and wonderful in the world.

But of all the things …READ MORE

Just in time for Valetine’s Day (aka: How I fail at flirting)

One of the greatest days of my life happened in the fall of 1996. (No, keep reading, I promise there is no reference to Mondetta and/or Guess clothing in this post.)

I was starting grade ten and found out that the hot, new boy picked the locker right next to mine. Oliver. He was all big smiles and sly glances. Blonde hair and blue eyes. Levi’s that fit perfectly. He’d lean against his locker and do impressions of our biology teacher, tease me for buying Mariah Carey’s latest CD (I still stand by that purchase. DO NOT JUDGE ME), ask …READ MORE

2008: The Angry One

Things that really pissed me off in 2008 by Mr. 5280 5. George Bush. The absolute best thing he did all year was dodge two shoes that were thrown at him during a press conference. He showed cat-like reflexes to dodge the shoe thrower and this single act alone probably saved him from the number one spot.

4.  Adam Sandler, “Don’t Mess With the Zohan”. I sent Adam an email after this movie, begging him to STOP IT. His brilliance in “Waterboy”,”Happy Gilmore” and “Billy Madison,” is going to be overshadowed by these mediocre cinematic flops. He used to bring …READ MORE

The good, the bad & the irrational anger

Confession: I haven’t really liked myself lately.

This has nothing to do with my hair not cooperating or the fact that my favorite fall clothes are not fitting the way I like. It’s more than that. It’s less than that. I haven’t liked my attitude lately. And by that I mean, if I could figure out a painless way to curb stomp some sense into me, I would.

I’ve been sleeping well. I’ve been visiting friends. I’ve been working regularly. I’ve been running and reading and writing in my journal. I’ve been taking my vitamins, deep conditioning my hair, remembering …READ MORE