My Bullets are Utterly Unhelpfully Unnecessary

For the record: I pressed New Blog again. For lands sake.

 •  I keep buying Naked Juice, but I hate it. But I keep thinking I'll find a flavor I like. But I don't.

 •  Here's a confession. As a graphic designer, I can say I am well versed in photoshop. As an artist who needs to know the proper editing techniques for photography, I know what is seen as "correct" as far as editing a photograph.

But I still use Picnik.

Not obnoxiously. I'm not one of "those girls." Just... prettily. It's closing on April 19th though. Sad day.

Anyway, what this is really about is for my love of photo filters. You can gather, then, that yesterday was a very special day for me. I'm sure many of you have heard/observed the news: Instagram is now compatible with androids. 

*fist pump*

My first gram? Nothing could be more appropriate than coffee, right?

 •  Can I tell you something about yesterday? It's horrible. I hit a low point. Don't judge.

At work, 60% of our customers are foreign. Many of them, decently attractive. But, I don't find many boys attractive. This sounds strange. But to me, it's just, I don't know. They're not attractive until you know them. But whatever, yesterday there were two highly beautiful French brothers in the store. Like,  straight out of One Direction perfection. Yes. They were probably 17 and 19, but still. Beautiful. 

You know what comes hand in hand with beautiful foreign boys? Beautiful smells.

So I cleaned out their dressing rooms.

And the shirts they tried on smelled SO GOOD.

So good.

I smelled their shirts.

I'm awful. 

I'm pathetic.

But, my. 

MY.

I'm destined to cat lady-dom. I swear.

Day 4. Peace.

(Oh, PS. I use Batiste dry shampoo. It's like $7 at Ulta.)