I'd like to give a shout-out to MEN'S RAZORS. Why oh why are they so much better than women's? Sexism, I say. Although I have this really awful sneaking suspicion that maybe Men make Men's Razors, and Women make Women's Razors? NAY, I say razor companies have grossly uneven budgets, giving a disgusting majority of money to the improvement of Men's products. Although, it would be to the advantage of men everywhere for women to have high-quality razors because ask any man, they don't appreciate stubble. So why the discrepancy? No one will ever know.

I know you're dying to know what's been on my mind since that last happy post, so I'll tell you. For some reason a great deal of bitterness has been surfacing lately, so like any well-adjusted woman would do, I have been taking it out on the people around me. Curses upon my hypocrisy. Ok maybe it's not bitterness, I think it's more like good old-fashioned frustration at... well if I told you I'd have to kill you. And we all know there are THOUSANDS of riveted readers who follow this blog, so while I'm deeply dedicated to population control, I can't at this point in my life take on such a prodigiously messy task. I digress. A bit lighter subject matter, perhaps?

Your wish is my command. Ignore the fact that I made that wish, and not you. It's only five days till my little brother turns the big ONE-EIGHT. That's really weird. Siblings will always be children when they're together. Sooooooooooooooooooooooooo, Happy Birthday, Alex! Hope it's a good one.