Hallo blogfriends. I kind of like the M.M. beauty mark here. I have a little spot of pigmentation on one of my cheeks I’ve been considering darkening into a beauty mark, but I doubt I’d be able to keep up the maintenance. Do people get beauty mark tattoos on their faces? Oh…thanks Google. Apparently Dita Von Teese has one. But what about freckle tattoos? I follow this chick on Instagram who is covered with tattoos–and has a perfect sprinkling of freckles on the bridge of her nose, nowhere else. Suspect! Suspect!

I wore my little purple owl dress to work on Friday, the hottest day of the year, with strappy gold sandals and a lightweight white cardigan (the dress is not particularly work friendly). I felt pretty cute.

Pow! Take that, Kim Kardashian!

We losered out yesterday too. We losered out all weekend, really, culminating in the cheesiest cheese ravioli I’ve ever had in my entire life, from Bella Pizza and Pasta. Bella: for when you truly DO want to clog your arteries.

I don’t feel too bad about the losering out because the weather was crappy over the weekend anyway. Losering out when the sun is shining: not an option. Anyway I’ve got 10,000 things to do today to make up for it. Time to write a to-do list!

I told my mother we watched “Wilfred” over the weekend and she said, “What is that about, anyway?” I told her, and she said, “Ohhh, oh! I thought it was about…you know those people who dress up like animals…”

I nearly choked on my ginger ale. “Furries?” I shouted towards the living room: “HEY JOSH, MOM THOUGHT WILFRED WAS ABOUT FURRIES!” I turned back to the phone. “That’s hilarious.”

“Ugh, they even have a name for them?” she shuddered.

“It’s a sick sad world*, Mom,” I said.

“That’s for sure.”

* Daria reference!