I have a well-documented addiction to Diet Wild Cherry Pepsi, and I’m convinced if mother nature made milk it would taste like that. It’s the most delicious fizzy beverage known to mankind today.

I also wear red lipstick. And I hate stuff floating in my drink like those gross grease slicks that come from pizza. Ew.

I was pretty jazzed to find these fancy glass reusable straws with carry-cases today. Glass would certainly feel nicer to drink from than that flimsy plastic that sometimes get holes and ruins your entire soda drinking experience. Totally want.

I am a licensed esthetician. I am, however, not a licensed gymnast. Ergo, I cannot wax my own bikini area. One of my snopes friends mentioned this under the radar product and I was, of course, skeptical. Nair gave me chemical burns rivaling napalm, and waxing by someone else took off more skin than unwanted hair.

You have to jimmy off the cap like a paint can, and the mixing process is kind of scary. Also, since all my spatulas are- well, spatulas- I used the backside of a plastic knife. Which was totally ghetto.

But after the required seven minutes of sitting with a weird, cold paste on my nether regions, Magic Shaving Powder worked brilliantly as advertised and didn’t irritate me at all. Anywhere. As always, Vice Vixen is not responsible for anything you put in or around your hoo-ha, so proceed with caution.

I rarely bare my arms in public due to an unfortunate incident in 11th grade Economics class. But even I get sick of cardigans from time to time, and I am lusting over this adorable little faux-fur stole from Babygirl Boutique. I love the over-the-topness for a dinner date.

Seriously, I’m not kidding. How can Trader Joe’s be so good and so cheap and so awesomeriffic? These Veggie Masala burgers (I believe I mocked my roommate for purchasing them on one of our shopping trips but later snuck them in my cart) are really easy to heat up and super, super tasty. And potatoey. And curry-tasty. What else do you need to hear?

Okay, so I haven’t posted since last Thursday.  It’s been a busy couple of units of time.  I had to move out of my apartment, on pretty short notice at that. It takes forfuckingever to find a place in the naked city, and after a few eh experiences, I found a commune in Newark to move to.  So most of my time has been spent singing kum-ba-yah, smoking pot, and arguing over whose cruelty-free tofu burgers are in whose freezer.  I’m kidding, you can totally get in trouble for saying stuff like that on your blog nowadays.  And besides, would I eat a tofu burger?  And it’s actually sort of co-housing, not a commune.  In Newark of all places.

So living in a commune loft is actually pretty cool.  It’s mostly boys, so there are no estrogen fueled hysterics.  Plus, it’s a cool old converted factory, so I get to build all up in it. And I can rollerskate here.  Some things that make co-housing situations overall better, IMHO- or, my loot:

These are my shiny red pots.  Awesome, awesome pots.  Top marks.

A sexy robe…

This tool makes you Macgyver in like three seconds.  The rub?  You need one of these motherfuckers to open it!

Lighting!  I did this all by myself.  The cords came from IKEA, but you can get them and the shades from Pearl River.

So I found some more star lights.  I can imagine a cluster of these would create a soft, romantic glow in a bedroom  And they’re crazy cheap.

Tuck one of these in your makeup bag, and the overexposed crawl-in-the-dark becomes a thing of the past.  (And check between the bed and the nightstand first.  Trust me.)

I have a problem with my gear multiplying.  As I move from place to place during the day, I am followed in a pigpen like fashion by a rotating amount of Djarum packs, lighters, red lipsticks, Lego Star Wars figurines, my phone, random notebooks, and you get the picture.  On any given day I can return home with way more items than I left with.  I love these compact and cute reusable totes that you can just stick in the bottom of your bag, in case.  I would worry, though, about not only carrying one more thing, but using it cause it’s there.  Still, it’s better to be prepared…*

*ridiculous facial expression optional.

I’ve been wanting an Airstream like, whoa lately.  Something about the idea of an inexpensive (compared to a house), super-mod, goes-anywhere abode is so thrilling and bohemian.  The city life thing can really grind you down, and you can’t drive your apartment down to Florida for the weekend.  Also, they have a very romantic pod-like feel to them- as if you could create a dirty weekend with no notice and no planning.  Coooool.

In my never ending quest for comfy, cute slips, I stumbled across this adorable sale piece from- wait for it- the Gap.  Soft red cotton trimmed with wide lace strips.  It’s sexy and practical.  Kinda like me.