Delicious.

We all know I'm psychic, but recently aside from being internally magic, my outside is magic.
Here's the grind. I recently was running out of body wash. I have purchased the Dayna Decker line of body wash and moisturizer, which is INCREDIBLE, but being as it rings in at almost 50 bucks a bottle, I use that sparingly. Dayna Decker is also very very concentrated, and I don't want to be "that girl" at work who smells SO SO SO SO SO SO strongly of perfume. I consider this stuff to be liquid GOLD and use it on weekends, date night, etc. etc. My personal favorite scent is "Bardou" which contains, pink peppercorn, fresh greens, wild rose, pink peony (my FAVORITE), cardamom and redwood. MAGIC.
So I found myself needing body wash, not wanting to use up all my DD magic, but also not wanting to be super cheap and buy regular drugstore stuff. Especially since it's fall and my skin gets super duper dry. GROSS.
I shimmied over to ULTA and decided to peruse the aisles. After some hardcore browsing, I found some interesting sale going on. Buy one, get one 50% off, forC.BOOTH products. I thought, what the Hell, might as well give it a try. So I bought, the Rosemany Mint cleanser, and the DELICIOUS magical Walnut Shell Scrub & Cleanser. Let me tell you, these are both SUPER reasonably priced, and I LOVE THEM. The rosemary mint smells incredible, and it's super refreshing, hydrating and overall delicious. The Walnut Shell Scrub smells like a vanilla cake mated with an almond biscotti, then they decided to make it an orgy and invite creamy buttercream and vanilla bean bliss. IT SMELLS LIKE PURE MAGIC. And the walnut shell is a super amazing exfoliant, I feel so clean and shiny!
I also want to try the "Breathe Easy" body wash which will undoubtedly be incredible when I get my first cold of the season. It has a fresh zingy menthol smell and sinus clearing freshness that I think I would love in cold season.
Anywho, thought I should share! Have a great smelling day!
xox

Oops I did it again....

I lied. I told you all I'd be back in blog glory, but I haven't been. Not because I don't love you, not because of the hipsters, and not because I am still analyzing the ACL lineup. It's because being a grownup sucks sometimes!!!! I hate not having blog time! My creativity is getting sucked up by evil grown up world! There is only one solution...quit my job. become a full time blogger. MAGIC.

I'll keep you posted....till then, I'll be reading your wonderful blogs and weeping for the times when I could write everyday.

Oh, and I'm trying to move to Paris for the entirety of next summer. Thoughts?

peaceloveandihatebeinganadult,

I'M TUMBLING!!

I got a tumblr....I'm kinda nervie about it....thoughts?
peacelove&yikes!

http://justjulesjustlisten.tumblr.com/

Nooz

Lovahs and Friends,

I have some not so surprising nooz. Here goes: I am a crap-tastic blogger!

I have been so MIA it's not even funny! My life has been a whirlwind of being poolside, being up till 8 am, working, not working, playing, drinking too much beer, too much world cup, too little sleep, and SO MUCH FUN. I start my first big girl, REAL WORLD job in three weeks, so I'm trying to get it all out of my system!

However, the party will continue, but I will be an amazing blogger in about 3 weeks, I PINKIE PROMISE, GIRL SCOUTS HONOR.....

In other nooz, I'm leaving the country tomorrow for 9 days, so obvs, I won't be blogging. But when I get back I might post some pics, but who knows. Oh yeah and now my blog looks ugly and I don't have time to fix it....no me gusta. 

I have some animal whisperer stories, some concert recaps, some hilarious tidbits, and a little somethin' somethin' about me and Regina George to share with you when I get back!

I miss you all oodles and bunches and will be back in action for realz before you can say JagerBomb.....boom.roasted.

peaceloveandsummerrocks,

lovelovelove,

Just When I Was Sure It Couldn't Get Worse....

I don't know about you guys, but Houston has a little problem. I refer to it as the attack of the douchengoyles. (Thank you Carissa). You're all like, huh? Ok, so the douchengoyle: a definition...

• Wears more hair gel than I have ever applied to my head, INCLUDING 4th grade dance recitals. 

• Wears more rhinestones than a Judith Leiber clutch.

• Makes less money than I do and acts like he's BFF with P.Diddy and the Donald. 

• Drinks shots of Patron and lots of Jager Bombs, probably only drinks "Michelob Ultra" too. 
• WEARS ED HARDY. I don't think you understand how much I hate Ed Hardy. Monday, when I was watching Real Housewives of New Jersey, I almost jumped through the television and RIPPED OFF poor Jacqueline's little baby boy's outfit because she has him on the fast track to douchengoyle-dom, and NO I don't care that it's Jersey, it's just NOT OK. I HATE ED HARDY. WHAT'S THE POINT? 
• Honestly. What is the point? It costs more than a nice, sensible, and very sexy simple Polo or Lacoste shirt, and HAS GLITTERY SHIT AND DAGGERS AND LIONS AND TIGERS AND ROSES ON IT. It's like Lisa Frank took acid and went apeshit and sold her designs to this Christian Audigier character. (No disrespect Lisa...you made my elementary school days SO much brighter, sparklier, unicornier, and ponier)

but then she took acid and made Ed Hardy his millions.

AND NOW, I HAVE BEEN MADE PAINFULLY AWARE THAT MR. AUDIGIER HIMSELF has released THESE. Read the full article HERE. This is some really REALLY BAD NOOZ.

EXCUSE ME, BUT I DO NOT WANT A MENTAL IMAGE OF DOUCHENGOYLES BONING DOUCHEN-GOYLE-ETTES, or SLORES as I like to refer to trashbag women. I swear, you should see some of the people here. It's like they live underground during the day in the sewers, and then at night, they crawl out all slimy and glittery and sparkly in their nasty sparkly gear. GROSS. AT LEAST THESE WILL PREVENT THEM FROM PROCREATING. Ugh. 

Moving on. Wish my male beefer happy travels on his way to visit my beefiestbeefer, and hopefully they don't have to call me for advice on where to find one of these "Monsieur Bond" gems. Oy vey. LOVE YOU GUYS. 

bahahahah

peaveloveandedhardysucks,

lovelovelove, 

Just a Quickie...

K, so I pinkie promised I'd be back for realz this week, but things are STILL hella cray cray up in here.


My besticle beefer left yesterday...I'm super duper sadface about that. I will share some classic one liners from her visit for your entertainment....Most of these occurred in PUBLIC.


"You belong in a barn"


"You have more rings on than a carney"


"You? Like a virgin? More like "Like A Virgin, Touched for the 75th time!" (While Singing to the tune of Madonna's "Like A Virgin")


"You're giving me the grenade? I hate you."


"I can see your crawfish"


Basically it was an incredible weekend, I had a crawfish boil and I was a mess in a dress. I might show you pics. But might not .We'll see. I PROMISE I'll for realz be back soon, I know I've been sayin' that, but I MEAN it.


peaceloveandcrawfish,
lovelovelove,

The Hypothetical Cats Are Out Of The Bag....

OK, so I guess we have an issue to address. Other than the fact that I will not be blogging till next week because I am supposed to be writing a term paper right now, and I have 2 more to write. GROSS. 

On my last blog post, SOMEONE (an anonymous commenter) asked me the following:

Random question...are you part Asian?

Your pictures look like you might be and with the names of your dogs I thought I'd ask!

NOW: I have my theories as to who this "anonymous commenter" was. First of all, I have never shown my real face on the blog. Why does this make you think I'm Asian? Was it the Mermaid Locks? Usually one can see Asian-ness in the eye area, and I haven't shown this. So riddle me this, "anonymous blogger", had my dog been named "Bratwurst" or "Weinerschnitzel" would you think I was German? Austrian? What if I just like Japanese names? I'm not pissed, in fact I find this hysterical. But to answer your question, no, I'm not Asian. But thanks for asking. Sushi and Shinko are just fun to say and the actual breed of dog (shih-tzu) IS ASIAN. So yes, MY DOG IS ASIAN. 

Next issue:

MY DOG IS NOT ONLY ASIAN, BUT SHE IS A CAT. Yeah. You read that right. And I have proof. First of all, she licks her paws like a cat, she is also sneaky like a NINJA, and very...catlike in general. She is also OBSESSED with cats, and cats are OBSESSED with her. Here's the proof. I look up from paper writing and I see this:

DOES ANYONE ELSE THINK THIS IS EFFING WEIRD? Do you see the BRIGHT LIGHTS coming from the cat's eyes??? It's JEDI MIND TRICKING MY POOR NUGGET OF LOVE. They are literally making love through their eyes. I'm pretty sure that's ILLEGAL. They sat like that for LIT-RILLY 10 MINUTES. TEN WHOLE MINUTES MAKING EYE LOVE. 

In other nooz...there is no other news, other than HAPPY CINCO DE MARGARITAS  MAYO. 

peaceloveandcatdogaction,
lovelovelove,

**DISCLAIMER** NO ANIMALS WERE HARMED IN THE MAKING OF THIS BLOG POST. So don't get all PETA in my grill. 

I'M BACK WITH A CONFESSION...

LOVAHS!!! 

Hoe Em Gee, I feel like I fell off the blogosphere/universe/circle of life for a WHILE. But, I'm happy to announce that I took my big bitch of an exam Saturday morning, and after 4.5 hours of writing my face off, they're over!!! I think I did well, especially after studying all flippin' week and cutting myself off from the world. But my hand hurt like rilllly bad.

All I have left till I graduate are 3 term papers and my oral exam! Woop! I'm so flippin' excited. 

So after my exam, I was all, "let's get crazy and celebrate" and since I was running on no sleep and gummy bears/coffee/kozy shack no sugar added rice pudding/more coffee and gummy bears, I had my first beer and felt like I had beat a rugby team in a chugging contest ( I was WAY buzzed after ONE BEER. No bueno). So I laid off the booze for fear of getting schnockered and then spent allllllllllll day Sunday paying homage to sloths around the world and laying in bed watching Netflix. Holla. 

So, I have a confession. I am Regina George. Lately, I realized I have had a lot of Regina George moments and I think we are one and the same. Srsly. It's 'cause I'm a Virgo, and we're SUPER UBER critical creatures who are nitpicky and finicky about dumb shit. SO, last week, when I was leaving campus, I spotted this creature and flat out stopped walking, pulled my phone out, and blatantly took a pic. I HAD to. Because who the EFF dresses like this to SCHOOL!?!? Plus, since I've been a bad blogger, I knew I owed it to you guys. I generally try to channel Mary Kate Olsen when I go to school (bag-lady-like  combinations of clothing and "hipster-chic" combos that sometimes might make you die a little). 

Here it is:

Ummm....do we offer degrees in stripping? I'm so confused. And Yes, those ARE platform STILL-E-TOS. More like STILL-E-HOE.

Anywhooo, I'm so glad to be back and will be reading all your lovely stuff once again! I've got lots to tell y'all and have decided that YES, I will be doing a music blog, but only after I catch up with you guys!!

peaceloveandskankysloresgalore, 

lovelovelove

RRRReal Quick:

I couldn't help myself. I just can't stay away. So here's a mini-post. Like a mini-horse, but a mini-post. Or something. I'm clearly lucid. Not.

1. Y'all are the bestest. Thanks for all the kind words about my exams! I'm nervous as a long tailed cat in a room-full of rocking chairs, but hopefully I'll come out with good results!

2. Y'all are awesome because I'm a sucky blogger friend and haven't been commenting on your blogs, but I still love you and will be back so so so soon!

3. I wanna talk about karma real quick. Do you believe in it? Because I DO. And she's a lot like me....She's really really cool and nice when you're nice to her and treat her and her friends well, but when you mess with her and get all up in her grill...she's a rilllllllllllly big bad beotch. I have a long fuse, but when it blows...it ain't pretty. K...SO. I set up two of my super close friends, and they are so adorable together, and they're totes in LURVE. So I'm pretty sure I have like 57397983769847689756985 million trillion karma points in my karma point bank right now...RIGHT?! And people who mess with people's emotions get negative million trillion karma points deducted....RIGHT?! So...in short, and to quote Mr. Overly Competitive. I WIN. I WIN THE KARMA POINT WAR. Karma is my beefer. Basically.

They should go ahead and make this in my size. Srsly.

Ok, back to the cave where I study, punctuated by periodic loud sighs, stare at walls, mutter to myself, and read my face off. Fun right? NO. 

Pee Ess... The Big Pink was pretty fab last night. I think. Meh.

Have an amazing weekend!

peaceloveandlotsofgoodkarma,

lovelovelove, 

'Napped....

Ok Lovahs, I'm so so so sorry, I've been a bad bad blogger, like rilllly bad. But I have reasons.

A. I was in Austin this past weekend with my fam. I love my fam. Let me tell you, there is no better feeling than your 3 year old niece staring up at you and saying "I love you Aunt Julie, are you going to live here? Can we do makeovers and can you braid my hair"...PRICELESS. Also, top 10 life moments: Driving in the car, my sister in law puts on a "sing-a-long CD" and of course, Miley Cyrus "Party in the USA" comes on. I'm ecstatic, because in college, people called me Miley sometimes (not kidding) and my 3 year old niece KNOWS THE WORDS. I was SO PROUD. But then she corrected me, it's not "And a Jay-Z song was on.." It's actually, "And A Chinese Song was on..." So there you have it. Amazing.

B. I had a real live panic attack Monday afternoon. Of course I was in bumper to bumper traffic on the FREEWAY,so I couldn't pull over, so I was hyperventilating in my car, feeling like I was gonna yak, and trying not to basically completely melt down. Yeah. It happened. Haven't had one of those in 7 years.

C. I'm in the ROUGH part of my semester, which means I've been studying my face off, and have NO free time. Which is why I can't be a good blogger. I'm so sorry! I'll be back soon!

D. I got 'napped by whore-moans again. I'm not really sure if I'm totally back, but this time they came with a vengeance. NO BUENO.

So, I love y'all, I PROMISE I'll be back soon, please don't hate me or forget about me! And just for your viewing pleasure, I'm including a video of the monkey riding the dog I told you about from the rodeo.

peaceloveandMileyCyrus,

lovelovelove,

K Wait...Screw the Aforementioned Post...

Ok so I know I said I was taking a mini-hiatus...but I figured I'd entertain you...because that's what I do...

Member when I was all "Hoe em gee I'm obsessed with Friday Night Lights and Tim Riggins??!"....it's gotten worse. I'm not kidding. I sit at work/in class all day wondering what's going to happen next, wondering if Tim will dump Lyla and choose his soulmate (me). Wondering if the Panthers will make it to state. Wondering where Tammy Taylor got those aviator sunglasses she wears....it's BAD people. And now I'm all angsty because I finished season three on instant Netflix and I have to WAIT for season 4 to be delivered via snail mail. I cant.take.it.any.longer.

I had a dream(s) about me and Riggins. We are married. We are happy. He goes to college, graduates, and now he's in a band and he writes allllll these songs about ME. I need help. SRSLY. Help me. 

Has anyone ever been this obsessionated? HELP.

Where'd she get those? I want.

He's mine. All. Mine.

Don't Be Jealous. It's fate. We're meant to be.

what you can't see is me running up behind her to TACKLE THE LITTLE SKANK. Hands.Off.NOW.

DO I need to attend TV addicts anonymous? Is this my subconscious mind telling me that my fate really is to be with Tim? Ahhhhh. Help. This warrants an episode of "Intervention". Srsly. 

peaceloveJules&TimFOREVAH.

lovelovelove,

M.I.A.

Lovahs,

I'm a bit MIA lately, but everything's cool, just got a lot on my plate right now and sadly, I haven't had time to blog, and I don't want to write pointless posts to fill space...sooo...Mini blogging hiatus, till around Monday, but you never know, I might come back and surprise you! So, I'll leave you with some pics from Keith Urban, St. Patrick's Day, and Black Rebel Motorcycle Club!

He's looking back at me and smiling. No big deal.

BAGPIPES!

Irish Car Bombs. My fave.

What a show. 

The end! 

Since it's Double You Tea Eff Wednesday, here's a morsel. 

I am graduating from my Master's Program in like a month. UMMMM WTF time warp? Has it srsly been two years???? Ahhhh. 

peaceloveandbadassconcerts, 

lovelovelove, 

PEE ESS. I got a new button for the blog! Snag it and put it on your blog and I'll love your FOREVAHHHH.

Monday Music and Thangs...

Lovahs!

Spring Break is over (sadface) but I'm happy to report that it went smoothly. Not nearly as exciting as previous college spring breaks, but still relaxing, fun, and VERY musical. 

Keith Urban was a-mazing. I will post pics later from our AMAZING 7th row seats. THEN I went and saw Band of Skulls and Black Rebel Motorcycle Club on Saturday, and they put on a SPECTACULAR show. 

Ok, so I've mentioned my nervous laugh to y'all before. It's not really a laugh, it starts as a giggle, then gets increasingly more high pitched and then reaches decibels only dogs and bats can hear. My beefer since 2nd grade "Lola" also has this nervous laugh. So when we're together, and nervous, it's like a high pitched giggle fest. Enter the night of the Brett Dennen/Erin McCarley concert. 

We had just had a lovely musical evening filling our ears with musical candy and treats. On the way home, around 11ish, we were driving down the freeway. I am petrified of heights, Lola is kinda too. There is a HUGE, I mean HUGE overpass in Houston that is literally a bajillion feet high, and it's ONE CAR LENGTH wide. So, you're basically teetering over the city. UMMM. SCARY.

captain gigglebox.

SO Lola and I start kind of joking about how scary the overpass is....we start approaching the overpass...I start to giggle....She starts to giggle...Giggling is now more high pitched....Overpass is fast approaching....Giggling becomes hysterical...Lola has tears streaming down her face she's giggling so hard...I can scarcely breathe I'm giggling so hard...Overpass is HERE.NOW....Pretty sure we could've shattered windows at this point the giggling is OOC (out of control). Lola is WHEEZING she's still giggling....More giggles. Giggles turn into HYSTERICAL LAUGHTER. I'm talkin' uncontrollable, gut hurting, tear jerking, can't breathe, can't talk, Lola is having trouble holding the wheel straight HYSTERICAL NERVOUS LAUGHTER. All of this is taking place as our lives hang (literally) over the highest point on the planet. Then, we realized we made it. We were alive. So we laugh about that some more. Classic Beefer Moment. Classic.

I'll be back with lots of fun stuff for you this week!

peaceloveandgigglefests, 

lovelovelove,

Make Outz

Friends and Lovahs, Lovahs and Friends, 

I'm going to the rodeo tonight to see Mr. Keith Urban!!!!!!!!! I'm uber.excited. I'll take some pics for all you non-texans. I'm praying I can catch the show where a tiny monkey dressed up as a cowboy rides a border collie dressed as a horse, it's the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life. 

So, I have a male beefer who was bitching about him not being mentioned in my blog. Even though I did his damn laundry for two years in college. He knows I heart him to the moon and back, so here's his mention. I will tell a story about him that is both embarrassing and endearing, because that's what I do. 

One night, we all went out on the town in Nashville. Beverages were consumed, the dance floor was DOMINATED by us, and cab drivers feared us (totally standard for us). I had intense eye sex with a cute stranger the entire night, and when he came over to talk to me, I said "It's about damn time." (I'm very blunt...oopsies...but he liked it and we actually ended up dating for a while)...I DIGRESS. 

So, girl beefer and boy beefer and I headed back to boy beefer's house because he had booze and we wanted to late-night. Then I noticed boy and girl beefer batting eyelashes and flirting. Oh.Sweet.Jeebus.

Next thing I know, I'm alone, on the couch, sipping on a beer, and waiting for girl and boy beefer to finish whatever it was that they were doing upstairs. They were always "friends" but I'm pretty sure they were in the process of getting EXTRA friendly. 

Girl beefer and I are close. THISCLOSE. So we say whatever we want to each other. So, when girlbeefer FINALLY stumbles downstairs, I'm highly amused, because now I can give my beefers HELL for as long as possible. The following convo ensued. 

Me: "Umm...so were y'all folding laundry or sucking face??"

Girl Beefer: "What!? No, we were just talking, nothing happened, jeez chill out..."

Me: "OH, so is that why your top is on INSIDE OUT?!"

Girl Beefer: "Oh. shit. Um. Well. Shit. DON'T SAY ANYTHING"

Me: "Oh...don't worry... I won't" meanwhile evil Cheshire Cat grin/Dwight Schrute evil face is in FULL FORCE. I had ammo, and you can bet your ass I was gonna use it.

The end. LOVE YOU GIRL AND BOY BEEFERS. And I know you love me for giving you hell. You so love it.

peacelovekeithurbanandmakeoutsessions, 

lovelovelove,

Spring Break Smorgasbord....

Kitty Kats, 

I've been super busy drinking, partying, sunning, WORKING REALLY HARD, the past few days, so I've just got to give you some morsels...I'll be back in full hurricane force this week! 

• I created a new cocktail with one of my fave bartenders this weekend. I told him I wanted something that tasted like a chocolate-y candy bar in my mouth (that's what she said) so he mixed equal parts (by equal parts I mean LOTS) Kahlua, Amaretto, and then a splash of soda. DELISH. I drank two. Then I switched to beer because I had already had champers, then I had a guh-rrrreat night. The end. I named it the "candy bar". Creativity at its best....except not really.
• My PIC (partner in crime) told me something that made me almost kinda pee in my pants. We were discussing this recent troll in my life (troll=douche bag) and she said "you know what?! He's totes a one trick pony"....basically "one trick pony" is now my favorite insult. evah. 
• It's GORGEOUS in Houston. SO I've been outside as much as possible, and I'm now a few shades darker! Inner Chihuahua is REEEEE-JOICING. 
• I will be posting pics this week of my outfit from my big day Friday. 
• Pauly D from the Jersey Shore was in Houston this weekend. I KNOW that "At Least I'm Skinny"(pls. blog more about Jabroni-ness..The suspense is KILLING me)  is SUPER jeal. But I didn't see him. But we shared the same city oxygen or something like that...
• Fate/Destiny is a cray cray thing. Ask Carissa. I told her all about my weird coincidence this weekend. Things fall into place. Always. Don't tempt fate. Basically. 
• I'm severely addicted to Friday Night Lights. I even had a dream about me and Tim Riggins. I'll spare you the deets. 
• TODAY. I LAID OUT IN THE SUN. In a bathing suit. With beer(s). And music. HEAVEN.ON.EARTH. Once again, inner chihuahua NIRVANA. 

love y'all. 

peacelovesunshineandtimriggins, 

lovelovelove, 

Operation Mermaid Locks = SUCCESS.

Lovahs!

I went to get my hair did last night and it was a GREAT SUCCESS. Mermaid Locks are intact and I'm sure all your locklove was manifested in the scissors that the lady used. I wanted to test a theory of mine, so I told her to shampoo, cut, and leave it be. So, she washed, snipped, put some BioSilk in it, and then I let it air dry. This is my new "wash&wear" look! I lurve it! So easy peasy!

No, I don't really have pink blocks on my face. I'm still nervie to reveal my face. Deal. Oh and PLEASE excuse the PALENESS. IT'S DISTURBING.

Moving ON. 

Yesterday, I was minding my own beeswax, walking along the sidewalk to go make some copies, and there was this posse of people on the sidewalk holding up signs saying "free compliments"....So, as I walked by, this chick shouts "I like your sunglasses!" And I'm all weirded out. Because LIT-RILLY everyone that walked by got "complimented", which TO ME defeats the whole purpose. I don't dish out compliments unless I mean them And who's to say if that person REALLY liked my wayfarers? She HAD to compliment me. I say weird and unnecessary.  Maybe. But that's me. At least it wasn't the Jehovah's witnesses who hand out Bibles on the daily. I always feel like a huge a-hole and tell them "No thanks! I already got one!" Plus I think it's a royal waste of paper. CAN I GET A WITNESS!?

In other news. I'm now obsessed with "Friday Night Lights" and I am really pissed off because I think I have also developed a crush on Taylor Kitsch/Tim Riggins AND a crush on Coach Taylor. THIS IS NOT HEALTHY. Help. Because I also think I have a crush on Chuck Bass. 

I'm thinking me and Riggins will work out best, because I'm not a homewrecker, and Chuck is a little young for me. Basically. Oh and Friday Night Lights is filmed in ATX, and I have been to a LOT of the places they film and so then we'd have a lot in common. True Story. Even though he's Canadian but whatever. 

So, I'm starting spring break tonight! And I have a BIG DAY tomorrow! I'll let y'all know what it is after the fact! Have an amazing day! My inner Chihuahua is leaping for joy today since it's FINALLY WARM AND SUNNY!!

peacelovemermaidlocksandcuteboys, 

lovelovelove, 

A Is For Art

Soooo....My homeskillet Cher over at "The Only Girl" really liked my Doodle from a couple days ago, so I told her I'd doodle for her! So here it is...

It's prettier in big form, Cher, I'll e-mail all the copies to you!

So it's Double You Tea Eff Wednesday:

• It's finally warmer here in Houston (yaythankthesweetsweetlord) but it's raining...WTF weather!?
• I really. really. really. need to have a job come May. Srsly. WTF miz miz economy!?
• I'm getting my hair cut today and I can't decide what look to go for...WTF indecision!?

Here are my favorite looks. I tried to find people with my hair texture and length. I want to keep my mermaid locks intact for summer. Because Mermaid Hair is the BEST. I will never tire of Merm Locks. Evah. 

The Contenders:

Sideswept Longer Bangs. I heart this.

My hair is wavy like these, so I like the look? No?

More Mermaid Locks. Love Minka Kelly.

Do those all look the same? Maybe. So I guess I have my answer. All I know is I'm super nervie to get my hair done because I don't trust people with my Mermaid Locks. So wish me lots of LockLove.

OH! I solved the MYSTERY OF THE WHITE POWDER IN JULES BEAR'S OFFICE TOILET!

Yeah. Call me Supah Sleuth. I went to tinkle yesterday, and I saw this woman at the sink, with a huge toiletry bag, clearly had just gotten back from the gym. I realized she goes to the gym during lunch, changes in the stall, and "freshens" her lady bits with baby powder because I SAW the baby powder in her toiletry bag. Did I mention she feels the need to spray nasty body spray? Like A LOT of nasty body spray? BLECHHH. 

I'll take a pic of my new coiffe latah! 

peaceloveandmermaidlocks, 

lovelovelove,