For all of it’s natural goodness, Tom’s of Maine deodorant makes my armpits burn. It’s pretty uncomfortable. I discovered this a while back, which is why I switched back to Dove (in all its aluminum zirconium glory), but I ran out over the weekend, and thought it would be fine for a few days. If I had all day to think about my armpits and how much they hurt, it would be okay.
Happy President’s Day, everyone! I hope most of you aren’t working (I am). At least I have Dave Eggers to look forward to tonight — I’m going to play it cool, but I definitely wanted to marry him a couple of books ago. And I just read the saddest/sweetest story he wrote (called “Theo”) for Zadie Smith’s recent collection, The Book of Other People, which makes me want to burn a cd for him of Okkervil River, especially all songs with “stone” references. But then I wonder, as a creative artist, how he feels about sharing music, etc. I would also like to ask him for his advice on life and love, but in truth I’ll say hello and smile as he signs my book, maybe be a little giddy (probably alongside other giddy 20- and 30-something women). And when I say “thank you,” it will seem like I’m thanking him for signing my book, but really I’ll be thanking him for writing, for writing honestly, and above all for his side projects which I think inspire a lot of others to write honestly.