Dear Bee-Spot reader(s),
Due to the overwhelming response to the recent lack of quality posts, or any posts, not that any post was ever quality, actually, there has been no response really, but that's neither here nor there, do you think I blog for you? Blog is art. Or something. Right, so I'm returning to my old schedule of posts to ensure that I bring you the contents of my Diet Coke addled brain thrice weekly - ZHMMM, Cringesday/Robert Goulet Wednesday News Round Up/IFIIL, in case you forgot.
It's Friday, I'm in Love with:
The Thymes. My first semester at Smith was pretty rough. Classes were actually difficult! The then boyfriend was a total asshole. Three feet of snow! To make it through, I practiced some serious retail therapy. Since there's no point of dressing nicely in -14 degrees or at a women's college, I opted for beauty products. This little store called the Cedar Chest was rife with all kinds of smelly goodness and remains one of my all-time favorite stores. It's where I first discovered Thymes products and we've been in love ever since. I've tried every scent, every format, everything. I think I even applied for a job at their company (I have. Please hire me!). If you have a lady in your life, or a dude that likes to smell like a lady, get yourself online and snap up this stuff, stat (unless you're lucky enough to live near a store that doesn't suck - they have a surprising amount of products at Central Market in TX)! The not too floral Olive Leaf is probably my favorite smell. Besides things that are deep fried. The rollerball cologne fits perfectly in your purse for those times when you've been at a bar all night and you smell like a frat basement and you're pretty sure you're going home with someone and you don't want to scare them off. Just roll it on. I suggest Filigree.
Here's to happier times at the bee-spot!
b
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5 comments:
is the world really ready for the return of ZHMMM? moreover, does it care? somehow i doubt it.
i'd like to point out that this was entirely my suggestion, however, when it doesn't work out due to lack of quality content, the onus will be strictly on you.
btw, it's friday i'm in love with BORING. see you at 7ish.
again, i am aroused by the post...
i've been coveting that lavender flavor all. day. long.
you KNOW i'll be sending this link to the boyfriend so he can buy me pretty smelling
things.
What happened AFTER your first semester at Smith? That's right: ME. I happened, and life improved enormously, LEST YOU FORGET.
...And I don't know what you're talking about with the no point in dressing nicely crap. I remember your closet (or, more accurately, the small Central American country sized pile of clothes on your floor).
Hugs in sisterhood.
Yay! Blythe's back!
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