It's funny, I just checked in these chicks from Toronto and I could have guessed they were from Toronto before I even looked at their reservations. I read a bunch of blogs that are written by Toronto people, and I have no idea why. I guess I'm drawn to them. And these women I checked in were exactly how I imagine everyone in Toronto to be. Is that stereotypical of me?
I've been saying I need a haircut for months now, but I think I've changed my mind. It's past the grow-out stage I guess, and now it's just sort of long-ish and shaggy-ish and just "ish" apparently. I guess I like ish. I also haven't dyed it in forever, so I think it's at its natural color, which is medium brown with an auburn tint and a few grays for highlights. I feel so natural and stuff.
Next I'll stop shaving my armpits. I always forget about them anyway. I'll shave everything else and keep up on it, but next thing I know there's a forest under my arms, I don't understand why it grows so fast.
Speaking of pits, I would like to recommed Degree Clinical Protection. It completely seems to block off any sweat glands you may have even when you are super nervous going out on a first date with a really hot guy, and yes I speak from experience. I don't know how healthy it is to block off your sweat glands, but it's better than those awesome pit stains you could possibly get on your cute new light gray sweater. Dove Ultimate Clear or whatever it's called smells really good and it really is ultimately clear, but it seems to make me sweat more. What the fuck Dove?
I wish so much that I could find my camera. I know it's in J's house somewhere, it has to be. I will search far and wide because I really miss taking and posting pictures. My cats need their pictures on the internet, they will soon be famous for extreme cuteness.
Is it just me, or has this been a really snowy winter? I feel like I spend half my life driving on shitty roads and almost dying at the hands of insane truck drivers who feel it necessary to fly past me going 70mph when there is zero visibiity and the roads are pure fucking ice. I'm pretty sure all truck drivers are lunatics.
There is one truck driver who stays here at the hotel all the time, I've known him for years and he is the one of the coolest people I know. But he's still a lunatic. He has some of the craziest stories I've ever heard, including one where he went on a date with a hotel front desk girl and she tried to kidnap him and make him join a cult. She brought him out to a trailor in the middle of bumfuck Texas and somehow he escaped and found his truck, but she tracked him down hours later and covered his truck in feathers. This is only one of his many stories. Best guy to talk to, ever.
I love how my blog posts never have a point and I just blather on about every fleeting thought. If anyone reads this, I salute you. Because I don't think I would.