Skip to main content

14 Things I Do to Feel Good

14. Get a Pedicure: I don't feel good about life if my feet aren't properly taken care of. No matter how much I try to give myself a pedicure at home (because I'm saving up for shoes), my feet never feel the same.

13. Get a Manicure: Always a French manicure, nothing else. It's classy, sophisticated, and feminine. Although, once, I did let my manicurist talk me into some airbrushed crap with my initial stenciled across each nail. Hated it.

12. Exfoliate, Exfoliate, Exfoliate: It keeps me touchable. And I think this is why I tan so nicely. In my bathroom, I have a linen closet and it's filled with scrubs. Origin's scrubs are my personal favorite.

11.* SHAVE: Now this is a very intimate revelation, but I promised to be candid, so here goes. I have a personal vagina groomer. It's... Jan! I know, I know, it sounds weird. But believe me, this guy can groom a woman's privates. Is it a gay thing? He gives me the hookup once a week.

10. Wax My Eyebrows: I may hate waxing my genitals, but I love having my eyebrows waxed. For $25 a month, my brows look splendid. I never do this at home, will never try. If I go broke, I'll scrape up $25 to get my brows done.

9. Get a Colonic: Try it sometime. You'll feel like a new person (at least you'll feel lighter.)

8. Have a Steak: I don't eat a lot of red meat, but a steak a month isn't too bad.

7. Buy New Earrings: I love earrings. Chandeliers, drops, studs, hoops, deco, tribal, etc,. I love 'em all.

6. Watch a Film: Some weeks I'm so busy, I don't have time to even sleep. But I make sure I see one DVD a week. Just the act of being idle for two hours makes me feel like I have time for me.

5. Potables: I prefer wine, but a cold beer with Indian food is a slice of heaven for me.

4. Moisturize: My goal in life is for the man who is with me to think I have the softest skin ever. The way I do this is by moisturizing with oil right after I shower, no drying off.

3. Water Binge: I've done this once a month for the last three years. It's kind of like fasting. For the whole day, all I drink is water. No food.

2. Hit the Gym or Exercise: I can't go without working out. I love my zaftig body, but I love it fit. I try to workout in the mornings, but sometimes I wait until the evening. The treadmill is my poison.

1. The Hair Is God: Caramel base, honey highlights or Caramel base, champagne highlights (my summer look). It's my religion.

*The whole SHAVE thing will be a Bedtime Confession soon.

Popular posts from this blog

Goodbye, for Now

On Tuesday I turned 27. I am officially in my late 20s, fast approaching my early 30s. There was a local story about a woman who biked, ran, and exercised her way into her 40s. She started running a day before she was to turn 40, and by midnight, she entered her 40s with an exhaustive bang. Meh. I think I will fuck my way into my 30s, with a hopeful orgasm exactly at midnight. But that's three years away, so I can plan accordingly. Anyway, I know it's been a long time since I've updated this thing, and there is a reason: no time. Life has been quite busy. Work is more hectic than ever, and I am often working late into the evening and bringing work home. I don't even have time for a decent dinner. Dinner tonight was canned fruit cocktail in gross heavy syrup (I couldn't find it in juice) eaten straight from the can and a  Diet 7-UP. I was grateful for the time to consume even that. But how I dream of spicy veggie lo mein and shrimp in lobster sauce. At 3 a.m., ...

Friday Night, Vol. 2: Rare Breeds

Last night I went to a wonderful party thrown by my friend Viviane. I love going to Viv's parties, because there are two things I know for certain will be in abundance: Men and good wine. Last night was no exception. I had sex ... technically (I think I better confirm with Clinton ). Anyway, the point is I did orgasm last night at approximately 11:34 p.m, sitting on the edge of Viv's pool, my crotch thrust in the face of a man whose name I didn't bother to learn. And thanks to his game of Let's-See-How-Fast-I-Can-Make-You-Come, I knew that it took him less than five minutes to complete the job. That was that. No numbers exchanged; no small talk; no promise of getting together next week for lunch. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Just a girl and her orgasm. This encounter is so strange, and now that I reflect on it without the delicious pinot noir imbuing my brain, I realize that we didn't kiss or even rub parts. I don't even remember how I ended up being orally pleasured by th...

All Is Revealed

is name is *Jim. He lives in Naperville. He has two dogs. He's divorced. This info courtesy of a clueless Viv. I casually brought up the man in the blue shirt and black slacks to her and she spilled all. "Do you think he's cute?" Viv asked. (Bless her naive heart.) "Oh, I think he has a nice mouth," I said. Wink. Wink. Inside jokes to myself? I need to get a life. Night.