Since I’m at a computer all day again for a little while. Maybe I’ll do it. Maybe not. Stay tuned.
But here’s my thought for right this second. I’m living in NYC for a bit. Every morning is different. The other morning when I was rushing out of my apartment, my door man told me I had lipstick all over my chin. Awesome. But I do appreciate his honesty. I once sat through an entire lunch with a guy in the same situation (I was in the lipstick situation, not him) and he didn’t say a word! So. +1 for honesty NYC men. Now I constantly have a fear of lipstick chin, and this morning I added another fear. Let me explain. This morning after I swiftly hopped on to my train like a pro, the doors shut and I was encompassed by the smell of rotting poop. I’m like 99% sure it’s not me that smells like that, I mean I did shower, spray a little Miss Dior on, and my clothes are clean. BUT… I can’t help but be paranoid now that something about me smells like rotten poop, and it was only brought to my attention on the train. Is it my boots that have walked through endless seedy places, did I sit in someone else’s poop, I don’t know?! I’m just hoping that, either it’s not me.. or someone as nice and as close to me personally as my door man will take me aside and tell me I smell.
Based on that rant, I probably shouldn’t start doing this again.