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I smell like Cheeks. More on that in a second, but first some history.

My ex called me M.S. for Marketing Sucker. If there's a shiny package or a well-produced commercial or sexy black and white photo in a magazine, I'm all over it. I literally cannot resist. My bathroom is so full of products and potions and lotions that I can't brush my teeth without knocking something over setting off a chain reaction of domino products that would rival anything you ever saw on Ripley's Believe it or Not or… Continue

I'm just going to vent here because I really have nowhere else to vent. My site is too "out there" and I don't really do the whole LJ stuff. I'm just having one of those days where you feel like no matter how good things are going, life just keeps throwing you curveballs. My GF, who is like my star-crossed lover (we're seriously romeo and juliet without the family drama, balconies, potions, and swords) just went back to NY after being here for almost a month for work. We both have houses to sell… Continue