I’ve been in Alaska for about twelve hours and I’ve already seen a baby moose, a shit ton of Mosquitos, and at least ten dead (but stuffed) animals.
The Alaska trip commences this Friday!
Okay so everyone is throwing a fit about the NSA, but do you people realize that this is not an entirely recent issue? Patriot Act? Passed in 2001? Reauthorized in 2005? Does any of that ring a bell?
I know it’s nearly ten, but I have the biggest craving for some pho. Like, it is obnoxiously big.
In other news, last fall Ulta offered me four free magazines. I obliged because who doesn’t love free stuff? I then purchased my lipstick. Now, what I didn’t know is that when I paid with my debit card, Ulta kept the information and set me up for auto renewal.
This is explains why Glamour keeps arriving in my mail box when I thought it would stop after four.
I only figured this out because of a thread I was reading in r/MakeupAddiction about the company E.L.F sending personal information to the magazine companies. Apparently if you don’t uncheck the box upon checkout you’ll start a subscription.
In the same thread, an associate at Ulta posted that she felt guilty about selling the magazines, but that it was just part of her job— that’s totally understandable. However, she said that she always made sure to inform her customers that only the first four were free and that you made sure to cancel the subscription before the charge came.
That got me to wondering if I had fallen for the same scheme. Sure enough my bank statement last November had a charge for Glamour magazine. You see, my cashier said nothing of the sort. Granted she didn’t have to, but it’s just so ridiculously misleading and deceptive.
I’m not going to ask for my $10 bucks back, but I’m done shopping at Ulta and for now on will always, always, read the fine print.
Just fueling my love for Sephora even more.
You can’t exactly tell from the photo, but my MacBook battery swelled from the heat (an apparently common issue according to the Google). I mean it wouldn’t be an issue other than now it pushes up on my trackpad and prevents my clicker from clicking.
So fuck it, I’m doing it live AC adapter style.
I always forget that my parents had a life before they became the people I called “mom and “dad.” Mostly it’s because I’ve never thought of them as romantic people. My dad doesn’t randomly show up with flowers, they never hold hands, nor do they have “date nights.” I’ve never seen them kiss, though Angela convinced me for years that she had a photo of she and her husband with my parents in the background making out. I was in denial until she revealed it last summer. It’s disgusting yet entirely hilarious.
Often I’ll ask why my mom she married my dad and always she dimples up and responds with “he makes me laugh.” They work together so seamlessly despite having such drastically different personalities. It has always baffled me.
I never think of my parents of two people who randomly met, exchanged letters for a few years, fell in love, and then made a promise of eternal commitment.
It’s still an enigma to me, but my parents have figured out the secret to happiness fore today they’ve been together for 26 years.