Even though I love my Clarisonic, the replacement heads border on prohibitively expensive. After eying the generic replacement brush heads on Amazon, I ordered to see if they measure up to the Clarisonic standard. Considering Clarisonic replacement heads are more than 10x as expensive as the generic, the potential bargain is alluring. So far I haven’t been disappointed. I can tell no discernible difference between the generic and the Clarisonic, save the price. Moral of the story? Pocket your money and buy the generic replacement heads. Change the brush quarterly.
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I hate spring because intoxicating clouds of allergens trigger such an overwhelming immune response I feel exhausted all day. I only nap in the spring.
I hate spring because I never know what to wear. It’s too early for bare legs and skirts. Jeans and boots feel too heavy. I’m too hot. I’m too cold. The erratic weather means it’s warm enough for tank tops one day and cold enough for sweaters the next. Nothing looks or feels quite right.
I hate spring because folks get yearning loins and make bad sex decisions. Don’t get mad at me because you did something grimy.
I hate spring because Cadbury Eggs and Peeps are fucking gross.I hate spring because it highlights my need to shed a chunk of winter weight.
If you have pierced ears with no earrings in the holes go to a mirror right now. Put your thumb on the under side and stretch the lobe so the pierced hole turns inside out. Did a blackhead plug pop out? Are you horrified? I know. Now turn your lobe the other way and get the back side blackhead plug. Then go to the other ear and take care of business. You’re welcome you filthy bitch.
I’m an Alpha. Nobody who knows me would contest this. That means in my worst moments I can be a bully. It’s just one of the many flaws on my mental personal improvement list. The upside to knowing how to bully is knowing how to handle bullies. This morning, I encountered a doozy. This rich, white, entitled asshole is accustomed to getting his ass kissed by everyone. Boy, did he get a Sunday morning surprise when he quickly realized I’m not in the ass kissing business. He was rude. I stood my ground. He threw a tantrum. I firmly and politely looked him in the eye, unmoved by his childish antics. It was as if he’d never heard the word “no.” Within 5 minutes he relented. So incredibly uncomfortable with my powerful, direct, and uncompromising stance, he couldn’t cope. In the face of true courage and strength, he crumbled like an insecure little bitch. Money and status are common external qualities and neither one makes you powerful. Power comes (in part) from courage – a much rarer internally-cultivated quality. Don’t ever let anybody push you around. Stand powerfully with your courageous heart and watch the weak wither.
Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear,not absence of fear.
— Mark Twain
I’m trying a radical approach to see if it will work – minoxidil. I don’t suffer from female pattern baldness, but my hair isn’t as full as it used to be. Based on preliminary research, I suspect that minoxidil will trigger growth and lengthen the growth phase. Against label advice, I am using the full 5% strength intended for men. So far I haven’t noticed beard growth or anything, but I’ve only been using it three days. Gotta use it every single day x 2 to make the magic happen, and apparently it takes time (90 days) to see results. I bought the foam from Costco. Barring any intolerable side-effects, I plan to use the full contents of the package and then reassess. This experiment is a long-term commitment. The product must make contact with the scalp to work effectively. Minoxidil is a vasodilator, so it kinda fucks you up for a few minutes, but the feeling quickly passes.
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It is most annoying when I am making plans with a friend and she frames the agenda around her boyfriend’s needs. “My boyfriend wants to stay here.” or “I can’t. My boyfriend’s work schedule changed.” I get partnership, responsibility sharing and whatnot, but I don’t give a fuck about your boyfriend’s preferences. I’m friends with you and not your boyfriend. Chances are I’ve known you longer than you’ve known your boyfriend. I was here before your boyfriend. I will be here long after your boyfriend is gone. Please remember that truth when you dick me to swing off your boyfriend’s nutsack. Furthermore, your boyfriend would find you a lot more interesting if you had your own life and exercised a modicum of independence.
You don’t need a laxative; eat more berries.
You don’t need to leave your husband and kids for a lesbian 20 years your junior; acknowledge you’re having mid-life crisis.
You don’t need an electronic cigarette; you need a vape pen.
You don’t need to feel like you’re missing out if you aren’t watching Lindsay; it’s boring as fuck.