I really enjoyed today's StyleCaster segment documenting the city's most stylin' New Yorkers. Makes me want to amp up my own stylegame some more. Aside from that, nothing new to report on the home front. Oh, I went to yoga this morning and got hit on by a guy named Ivan. Thoroughly amusing, especially since this has actually happened to me a few times before (not with Ivan). Is there something about mussed-up hair, sweaty pits, and a shining face that screams "hello, I'm ready to find Mr. Right, right now"? Or maybe my pheromones are just more pronounced post-workout? At least it gave me a good laugh. I went home, chuckling, to a delicious turkey breast and provolone omelet with a side of salad greens. For the win.
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