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It's fun to look at the Google searches that people use to find my blog. They're the most random things. 

The top searches are variations of Victoria's Secret Logo. Some with an s, some without an apostrophe, and so on. That makes me laugh, because I only worked there for two weeks. So, random google searchers looking for this,
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 know that I only worked there for two weeks. Long enough to know that it sucks. On my very first shift, I stayed until three in the morning, then came back at eight.     My lips got huge from dehydration. It was awful. After that first week, they were very unclear on scheduling, and then scheduled a meeting at the last minute while I was out of town. I left pretty soon afterwards, getting a job at my college bookstore. I would never work there again, it was pure drama. I hate to sound, sexist? But a workplace with ninety percent women is not for me. Too much drama. 

My next popular search is selfies gone wrong. That's this post right here. It's a classic one, and features pictures like this. The funny thing though, is I don't know if these are technically selfies. These were all taken on my laptop, before I had a smart phone and could take actual selfies.

Then there's pop tops and crazy socks. That I understand. That was the previous name of this blog, before I got rid of my pop top collection. 
 
Does anyone remember when my picture was this?
I miss those socks, and when that tutu fit me. 

Next up is dorm halloween. That's this blog post, and you should definitely check it out. It was my first halloween in college, and involves the random shaving of a man's back, along with some monks. 

Another favorite is my my post on how to hide panty lines. I'm pretty proud of it, and equally sad that I don't have to worry about this anymore. 

And then, there's Shailene Woodley acne. That was back in my being obsessed with Divergent days. I've always had bad acne, and when I saw that Shailene Woodley had a few zits, well, it made me feel a little better. I'm going to have acne the rest of my life and that's that. 
I'm so glad that I'm not obsessed with Divergent anymore. I'm so glad that it's against my religion to get tattoos, because I so would have gotten the birds on my chest. Which I would greatly regret now. Shivers. 

I figure this will be my most viewed post ever, combining all of the internets favorite things. So if that's you, maybe consider staying. Read a few posts. Check out the About page, read my love story. 

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  1. AnonymousMay 23, 2016 at 10:19 AM

    I was obsessed with Divergent and then I saw the final movie... Nope nope nope.

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