Lately I've been juggling a lot of extracurricular activities, and so I am occasionally a little bit scatterbrained. For instance, when I am doing a rather mindless task like copying and pasting links, I'll start thinking about how to best make raspberry rice pudding. Or when I'm driving, I do so carefully but not with the intense focus of my just-licensed 16-year-old self—in large part because I have become a dirty old woman who squints at cute bicycle riders and then daydreams about midnight rides through the park. I spend a lot of my time daydreaming or thinking in abstracts, and this is generally not a problem when I have the free time to do it. During the last week or so, though, I have had little free time, and so my wandering mind sometimes steps into my regular time.
And yesterday, I purchased a product called the MD Skincare Dr Dennis Gross Alpha Beta Daily Face Peel Two-Step System. They should just call it The Only Stuff That Is Clearing Up My Noriegaface. I went to the spa retailer who offers me a decent discount and paid for the product. As I was signing the Mastercard slip, I started wondering if my life would have turned out differently had I developed different handwriting. Handwriting was one of my most challenging subjects in elementary school, in large part because I found the repetition boring. I also thought that cursive Qs looked like 2s, the Zs like clumsy cousins of the Qs, and the As rotund and boring. So by fifth grade, I began to form my As in a swirly bastardization of the printed A, and it has been the same ever since. Maybe, I thought, if I had made my As differently, that would have somehow changed my life one way or another. Would it have been positive? Negative? A little of both?
You can see how easy it would be, were you consumed by these thoughts, to pay for the MD Skincare Dr Dennis Gross Alpha Beta Daily Face Peel Two-Step System and forget the actual product. When the nice spa lady e-mailed me to tell me that I'd left my product behind, I hoped that it would look like I was just an adorable space case. Today, I stopped by to pick up the MDSDDGABDFPTSS and, a little embarrassed by my mistake, began babbling the praises of these overpriced little face wipes. The spa lady, who has always looked at me confusedly when I insist that two haircuts per year is fine by me, looked thrilled. She hugged me and said, "I'm going to make a spa girl out of you yet!" I am a little bit afraid of what that might mean: eyebrow threading? Leg waxing? The possibilities are endless and expensive.
And yesterday, I purchased a product called the MD Skincare Dr Dennis Gross Alpha Beta Daily Face Peel Two-Step System. They should just call it The Only Stuff That Is Clearing Up My Noriegaface. I went to the spa retailer who offers me a decent discount and paid for the product. As I was signing the Mastercard slip, I started wondering if my life would have turned out differently had I developed different handwriting. Handwriting was one of my most challenging subjects in elementary school, in large part because I found the repetition boring. I also thought that cursive Qs looked like 2s, the Zs like clumsy cousins of the Qs, and the As rotund and boring. So by fifth grade, I began to form my As in a swirly bastardization of the printed A, and it has been the same ever since. Maybe, I thought, if I had made my As differently, that would have somehow changed my life one way or another. Would it have been positive? Negative? A little of both?
You can see how easy it would be, were you consumed by these thoughts, to pay for the MD Skincare Dr Dennis Gross Alpha Beta Daily Face Peel Two-Step System and forget the actual product. When the nice spa lady e-mailed me to tell me that I'd left my product behind, I hoped that it would look like I was just an adorable space case. Today, I stopped by to pick up the MDSDDGABDFPTSS and, a little embarrassed by my mistake, began babbling the praises of these overpriced little face wipes. The spa lady, who has always looked at me confusedly when I insist that two haircuts per year is fine by me, looked thrilled. She hugged me and said, "I'm going to make a spa girl out of you yet!" I am a little bit afraid of what that might mean: eyebrow threading? Leg waxing? The possibilities are endless and expensive.
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