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Bagging it up: Gym Bag Beauty!

This post could also be titled, "hey, read the stuff that I write for Shecky's!" no shame in MY game, but for reals - here's a fun article on the essentials for your workout routine aka: fun versions of all of the crap that you lug to the gym with you. I'm really into all of this right now (although I've always been a big fan of miniature beauty products) because I spend a lot of time at my love's apartment since his living quarters now trump mine. Also, I'm a multi tasker to the billionth degree and have a big purse. This yellow American Apparel bag that you see here is actually in memory of one that I bought once long, long ago to use as a gym bag. Yet somehow it has become my roommate's personal mantote, accompanying him on many a drunken adventure - sometimes involving Chicken McNuggets buried in its sleek nylon design - not very, "greenlight district" of him. Anyways, enjoy Gym Bag Beauty! And, as always, look out for the select eco products I threw in the mix!

Below, a picture of roommate Joe with said stolen bag:

Boots with the rabbit fur!?

Oh, Flo-Rida! Why you be lettin' your friends kill rabbits on your tour bus and shit? In bizarre celebrity news that will piss PETA off hard (and has nothing to do with the Olsen twins): apparently some jerks on Rida's tour bus killed a rabbit for no reason out in public and now the police are questioning passengers to investigate this weird case of Peter Rabbit-esque cruelty. Allegedly, (and by "allegedly," I mean: "it's what I read on Perez Hilton") Flo later released a statement saying that he's an animal lover, duh, and would never let this happen! Now let's focus more on the apple bottom jeans and less on the boots with tha furr, okay?

Me and my Pop Culture Addictive Personality Disorder take on Twilight (and lose)

"Oh shit," I thought when I finally watched Twilight - when I realized exactly why I had been avoiding cracking open the book or Googling "Robert Pattinson." It's because I can't just simply enjoy such a sweet brand of cultural phenomenon and move on, if I fall for it then I live and die for it. My name is Lisa, I have Pop Culture Addictive Personality Disorder, and Twilight is my new drug of choice.

I'm like those alcoholics that can't hang out at a bar without funneling a bottle of tequila and lighting themselves on fire. I put some of the blame on the enablers I call my "friends" who should have known this before exposing me to Stephenie Meyers' trite teen drama and Robert Pattinson's chiseled (LIKE OUT OF MARBLE) gloomy gaze. Look at the facts: when I was 11 every girl my age was into Hanson or NSYNC or BSB or whatevs, but they all got over it. I'm the one that carries the torch a decade later (and cough cough, fucking met them and interviewed them no big deal cough cough) I've had similar relationships with others: Degrassi/The N, many a TV show that I've watched in its entireity over a weekend, JT , BritBrit - but quite possibly my lovelust for Twilight is even more potent. (KINDOFLIKETHELOVETHATEXISTSBETWEENBELLAANDEDWARDTHETRUESTLOVEINALLTHEWORLD)

So eff all of you for letting me watch the movie and read the books. I'm a few pages away from the end of New Moon, and I'm already clammy (or "palpy" as they say) for Eclipse. I sped through Moon just so (SPOILER ALERT) I could sleep at night knowing that Edward and Bella reunite. Although, I'm savoring the last 100 pages or so and don't know how the story ends so don't blow it for me. This is because I won't be able to handle it if something bad happens and they aren't together anymore. Um, no joke. Scary, I know. Help.

It's cool, Robert Pattinson, you can just keep staring at me like that, it's no big deal. It's not like my hands burn with a hundred fucking suns of passion to run my fingers through your impossibly beautiful locks. And your stubble is, like, whatevs, it's not like I die inside imagining what it would feel like to scrape against my cheek while you were whispering sweet nothings into my ear, you asshole.