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Pun intended. A few weeks ago, I dropped a bit of cash at Victoria’s Secret. True, it was all for my own self for the most part. However, I did also buy an “aphrodesiac” candle. A few days after that, a box of assorted condoms arrived in the mail courtesy of Angela Campbell. I suppose it was all somewhat based on Miranda’s idea that “if you build it, he will come.” On Sex and the City, in an effort to revive her lovin’ life, Miranda indulged in new sheets for her bed.

I believe that theory is bunk. My lovin’ life has been like the Sahara Desert this past month and a bit. It’s ridiculous. However, after speaking about this with Vanessa, we both came to the conclusion that I have not (yet) reached a point of utter despair. “Ex Sex” is absolutely off the table.

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Yesterday after work, Susan and I went to North Vancouver and West Vancouver without any real purpose. She did, however, take me to her favourite store at Park Royal, Kiss & Makeup. My first impression was that it was another version of Beautymark. It turns out that I was very wrong. Kiss & Makeup specializes in products that are designed to be excellent for your hair and skin based on all natural ingredients. A few months ago I switched all my haircare to Bumble & bumble because I wanted to use product that cared for my hair and added goodness to it, instead of stripping my hair of what it really needed.

While I was in the shop, Susan introduced me to skincare line known as Ren. Ren was developed in the UK by a husband and wife team who, after the wife became pregnant, decided to develop a line that was free of chemicals and safe for use by everyone. Considering the huge rise of lymphnode-related cancers, particularly in women, using chemical-free products is undoubtedly a smart idea. It’s no wonder cancer rates have spiked, consider what we spread all over our skin on a daily basis - sometimes twice daily. Though not proven, I’m sure it’s safe to say that a correlation can be found. I’ve been using samples of Ren over the last 24 hours and I believe it’s an investment I want to make. A pricy investment, but an investment in overall wellness.

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This past Thursday saw the final episode of the OC. When it first premiered on Fox four years ago, I was adamant that I would not fall prey to another show, let alone a teen-based soap opera. Despite my resolution, I did fall prey to it one day and I became hooked. And as the credits rolled for the last time Thursday evening, tears rolled down my cheeks. I’ve always prescribed to sentimentalism, but don’t think of my reaction as cheesy. The past few years of my life have been filled with a lot of struggle, heartache and let downs. The truth of the matter is that sometimes your friends aren’t always there for you when you need them. It’s life. I believe that my attachment to the OC was, and is, psychologically-based. Consider that here is a set group of people, albeit fictitious characters, whom I have gotten to know over the past few years. I have seen them grow, fail, succeed, struggle and face some of the same heartaches that I have felt. The only difference is that these characters are predictable in that they are always there for me like clockwork. Watching the OC became routine.

That being said, Thursday touched me like a funeral or a high school graduation. The series left no knots untied. We see the Cohens move to Berkeley and inhabit their past home, Kirsten gave birth, Julie gave birth, graduated college and married Frank, Seth and Summer eventually married after her tangent into saving the world, Taylor and Ryan made amends (though we never really know if they end up together), Caitlin cleaned up her act and focused herself on her education and everything seemed to come full circle. In the last scene we see Ryan, five years later, in the same position Sandy was in when he took Ryan into the Cohen home nearly a decade earlier. The following is a video of the last five or six minutes of the finale episode. Forgive me for the completely gay text at the beginning and ending of the video - I swear it isn’t my doing. It was the only clip of the finale that I could find online.

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I know that, inspired by her own blog, I promised Vanessa I’d post some of the hottest men in Hollywood (in my own opinion, of course). Unfortunately, that moment has now passed. I just don’t feel like doing it. What I do feel like doing is pouring myself a glass of pinot and either continuing work on my painting or settling in with Flags Of Our Fathers. Matt bought it the other day, raved about it and lent it to me. That’s it for tonight, folks. So, um, bye.