Whether it’s your drugstore fave or Sephora splurge, mascara is the one thing you are entitled to be picky about. Mascara has always been the biggest pain in my ass. In all of my 24 years, I have yet to find anything better, drugstore or otherwise, than my tried and true CoverGirl Lash Blast. That little orange tube is a holy grail makeup product for me. But, I digress. We’re here to talk about a new favorite.
Part of me is horrified; the other part of me makes me want to just walk out of work this second (I can get away with blogging at work, get over it) and get this shit fryin’.
This is my first diet killer up on the blog because let’s be real– deep fried anything is going to clog your arteries and fill your calorie count for the week. For those of you who don’t give a shit about that, read on for this disgustingly wonderful recipe.
1. Booze, booze, booze.
2. Order in. Ain’t nobody got time to cook a real dinner in between (watching other people) shovel snow.
3. Have sex. It’s the best way to pass time and keep warm. Sorry, mom.
This season of the Bachelor has been filled with tons of drama. Don’t even get me started on Ashley S. and the onions. But today we are here to talk about the crazy that must have seeped out of Ashley’s freaky eyes and onto Kelsey. From the beginning, I’ll admit to having a soft spot for Kelsey. She is clearly gorgeous and seemed fairly normal. When learning of her being a widow at 27, the world shed a tear of sympathy for the girl. And then we slowly started to see how fucking batshit she really is.
If you know me at all, you know I literally never stop talking. Even when I’m home alone, I’m going on rants to my dog about why the HELL the Bachelor is keeping around this bitch who really can’t even form a coherent sentence. The dog never seems too amused.
In between my part-time job and trying to become more “active” and “healthy” (whatever that means), I clearly have a fuck ton going on in my life. So why not share it with you lovely people?
Here is where I have a little pow wow with a big fat glass of moscato and my own crazy thoughts. And sometimes my dog. Judge me. Stalk me. Love me.