I recently finished the Gossip Girl series on Netflix, and like any Netflix junkie who cannot cope with the stress of finding a new show to watch, I simply went back to season one and started again.
Not to worry. There will be NO spoilers given.
I, like any faithful brunette who feels for those who are constantly over-shadowed by the bombshell blonde, have a soft spot in my heart for Blair Waldorf, and rightly so. She is an incredible, fictional, girl-who-I-please-want-as-a-best-friend, real to me!, human being. And I love her for many reasons.
California can’t seem to get her act together when it comes to the weather.
You’re hot and you’re cold, you’re yes and you’re no.
One day, you’re shivering outside your car, jogging to create heat and cursing your fingers for not retrieving your keys from your bag fast enough, and the next, you’re slathering aloe vera on your forearms, wondering: who the heck gets sunburned on their forearms?
This year’s Oscars was certainly full of surprises, from winners, to almost-winners, to the host Jimmy Kimmel and his goodies falling from the sky.
Now, it is time for me to judge celebrities and what they decided to wear on their bodies.
I am currently wearing black ankle socks and pink plaid boxer shorts with pockets and a drawstring. My blouse is tan, puffed sleeved, and doesn’t match. My hair is dirty. My nails are clean.
I’m ready to do this.