For as long as I can remember, I have been a product whore. Unfortunately, I can't always afford the stuff in the shiny little packages at Bath & Body Works and Sephora. (When I can afford it, you will find me there. Ha!) So naturally, when I found out that you could make your own "product" at home, me (and my wallet) let out a sigh of relief. Of course, I had my doubts--not about the fact that a lot of this stuff can be made at home but about the idea of me mixing a bunch of things together in my bathroom. A few things could have happened; I could have done everything right, burned my face off, or blown my house up.

I figured that burning my face off or blowing my house up were pretty unrealistic, so I tried out my very first homemade facial mask a couple weeks ago. It was so amazing! I couldn't wait to share with someone!

So tonight, I bring you: An awesome homemade clarifying mask made from things you probably already have at home.

Aspirin Mask/Scrub 
 
Aspirin contains BHA (beta hydroxy acid), which is a powerful defoliant and great at helping unclog pores and clear blemishes. It is recommended that you use this mask/scrub once a week for optimal results.

1. Crush 6-8 uncoated aspirin tablets in a bowl.
2. Add a few drops of hot/warm water and a few drops of honey. Now stir until you have a thick, white paste. (You may need to add more water to achieve the wanted consistency.)
3. Spread over your entire face (I do this with a make up sponge or a brush.) Sit back and relax for 10-15 minutes. The mask will most likely be flaking off your face by the end of 15 minutes.
4. Wash off the mask with warm water and your favorite gentle cleanser. As you wash, gently massage your face--the grains will help exfoliate and reveal softer, healthier skin.
5. Gently pat your face dry with a clean towel. Apply your favorite moisturizer. Done!
   

I'll be sure to share every time I find a new, awesome, easy-to-make product from now on. Trust me, there are plenty of them!

Trust me, my car is most definitely a piece of shit. I do not take care of it, because--well--I hate it. The fucking car has given me nothing but problems since day one. (Okay, more like month one but still.) I should have gotten rid of it the first time the air conditioner pissed on Selket Sass' foot during our first visit to Wilmington, North Carolina. Or maybe when it died on the side of I-95 in Rocky Mount, NC. Or how about all those times it would not start in the morning? Yeah. I fucking hate my car.

But today was the day that my car's craptasticness would be forever carved in stone.

My brother and I stopped at the local Rite-Aid to pick up a few things on the way home this evening. Completely normal pit stop until we walked back to my car. I heard a car running (not uncommon in a parking lot, duh), and I looked around to make sure we were not about to be run over. Then I realized the car that was running was my own.

I left my fucking keys in the ignition and the car running, while both me and my brother went into Rite-Aid. The car was still there (and still running), when we returned. No one stole it! That must mean that my car is the biggest piece of shit ever!

Granted, I do not live in a bad part of town--by any stretch of the imagination. Maybe I should leave it running in the city next time? I kid, I kid.