… which happens because I am a “beauty insider” living at this particular address, I feel what I think the aliens will feel once they discover our planetary remains. Nausea, complete confusion, indigestion, pity, sadness, etc.
I had a Plenty of Fish profile once upon a time. My username? Hipsterectomy. Yeah, yeah. You wish you thought of it. Anyway. If you’re a girl and you put up even a semi-flattering photo of yourself, you get a shitton of worthless one-word e-mails from dudes (subject line: “hi,” e-mail body: “hi”), even ones who, were they to actually read your profile, would see they are not compatible in any way with you. It’s…
The ever-enterprising Erica set up a little ladies-who-lunch event up at Sekisui with her and me and Amie and Emily. Meeting Amie (finally, after years of online acquaintance) and seeing Erica and Emily again was awesome. And you guys? I ate eel and liked it. And raw tuna! And scarfed down more mackerel in one sitting than I’ve had in my entire life. (Click the photo for potentially accurate information about what is pictured. Feel…
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