This completely sums up how I’ve felt today.
I have a nasty case of The Mondays. Except it’s Tuesday. I should be renewed and invigorated after a lovely holiday weekend, right?
Instead, somehow, I’m anything but.
I’m having the worst hair day ever. My quest for an all-natural shampoo has lead me down a path of heavy greasy terribleness, and I’ve been resisting the urge to call my stylist for a severe chin-length chop all afternoon. Also, I may have fallen victim to the siren song of the home hair color aisle, and I may really regret it.
I’m feeling bloated and puffy, my to-do list is giving me the stink eye, I’ve wasted an hour on Hautelook and Makeup Alley debating whether or not to buy discounted Tan Towels to combat my pastiness, and my face is breaking out in ways I didn’t think possible for a woman nearing 30.
Oh, and it’s been a dreadfully
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