Well, that happened….
I’m not going to find joy in that hand-swatting video. I’m not going to find joy in that hand-swatting video. I’m not going to find joy in that hand-swatting video. I’m not going to find joy in that hand-swatting video. I’m not going to find joy in that hand-swatting video. I’m not going to find joy in that hand-swatting video. I’m not going to find joy in that hand-swatting video. I’m not going to find joy in that hand-swatting video.
.beauty.
During my wanders, The Sun has been shrugging, “and,” at my natural spf. Like, I can feel my chest sizzle. It hurts. I’ve, kinda, been forgetting to cover or cover well-enough. I, usually, whine, in my head or out loud, that I don’t like the white cast from most sunscreen creams and lotions. Glossier just launched, Invisible Shield, a clear spf. I’m drawn to it, well, because, I’m all obvious. I’m not drawn to the $34 price tag or that it’s only spf 35. I think I’m just looking for reasons to not. So, for now, I’ll stick to my Neutrogena. It’s water-resistant and spf 55. It’s a goes on a little white, but that doesn’t last.
.heard. + .read.
Really want to read Lizzy Goodman’s Meet Me in The Bathroom. It’s an oral history of NYC’s rock scene in the aughts. Can’t decide if I’m going to Kindle or paper it? Here’s a Stroke’s excerpt from New York Magazine.
.seen.
My First Bond…
Roger Moore passed away this week. He was and will always be my first.
This, here.
I don’t watch any of The Bachelor/ette shows. I have, i think. Years ago. An episode, here or there. I only thought of watching last season because of Roxane Gay’s tweets. She makes it so interesting. Then, you know, I watched an ep and nah. So, when they announced THE FIRST BLACK BACHELORETTE, I thought I might. Then, I saw the guys and read a bit of their bios. So, nah. Then, I caught a few of Bim’s tweets and almost watched the premiere live. Then, I watched other things. I woke up to commentary from Roxane, Vulture’s Ali Barthwell and Jenna, The God/dess. I’ll definitely catch up over the long weekend.
I. CAN’T. BREATHE.
GoT. July, girl. Where you at?
This weekend, I might be:
+ hanging with family.
+ pondering hotel rooms in the suburbs.
+ thinking about my granddad who drove a tank in WWII.
Happy Memorial Day Wknd!
What are you up to?