Agenda 2011. Julie Joliat
I do this every year. Whenever the final week of December is all “yo, what up girl?” I find myself jamming a fistful of miscellanies into my daily routine. It’s like, if I start doing something different the last week of December and it still scores face time even after all the slushpoo has melted and gone evaps forever, I don’t have to say it’s one of those laaaaaaame new year’s resolutions, but rather just something I started doing because, I don’t know, I’m awesome? And I do what I want? All the time? Anyway, this time last year I started lying about what I did for a living (and moisturizing). This year?