Fruity!

Discovery:

My facial wash (which is some weird apricot natural thing) tastes like apricots.

I know this may seem shocking, but it's true. Apparently, they weren't lying when they said it was natural. I am actually rubbing apricots all over my face. Cool.

Anyway, I'm comforted to know that if I were stuck on a desert island with nothing but my facial cleanser, I would not only have flawless pores but would not starve.

Win.

ajr

i'm weird.

I just noticed two things about myself today:

1. I have a favorite bathroom stall. It took me a week to find it, but tonight, I knew. It's the third one down. It's very nice.

2. I'm picky when it comes to pens. I like my ink to be either dark blue or black, and if it's not smooth while writing and comfortable to grip, I don't want to use it.

Trivial? Perhaps. But I'm afraid these quirks are now ingrained in my personality. So this leads me to the following conclusion:

I'm weird.

ajr