girl blog

I went shopping Monday night at the MOA for a pair of jeans... my birthday gift from the parents (well, a gift card to be used for jeans). I get to the Lucky store, and I'm looking at my slim bootlegs, $115.00 full price. Damn. But I gotta have 'em. The store attendant helps me find a few of my sizes to try on, so I take a few pair and I start trying 'em on. And then, as I'm changing, he says to me through the curtain that there's one pair in my size and style that are half off! Half off! HALF OFF! I felt like I got away with something. I also wanted to immediately phone one of my girlfriends to brag. Okay not really.

I recently bought beauty products from the Avon lady. Enough said, right? (Not so fast on the judgment... JUSTIFICATION: The Avon lady is actually my good friend, I'm actually in her wedding, and she says she picked up the Avon gig as a second job to raise money for the wedding. In my eyes, I'm supporting the wedding. So there. :P )

My regular hair product (got 2 be mousse) either isn't being made anymore or the stores around here aren't selling it anymore. After checking a fourth different store for it with no luck, the panic began to set in. I felt generally unhealthy for, like, an hour. I settled for a similar product by the same manufacturer, but not the same as my regular product. I'm going to pull out my hair if I don't like it. (I suppose I could purge the internet... yeah that sounds like my obsessive self.)

(This recent trifecta of events... well... it seemed like a bit much for a male in too short of a time span. I felt I had to address it. Is that weird?)