This is undeniably a dumb thing to be obsessed with, but I am all about these adorable French macarons from this place Paulette in L.A. Have I, like, eaten one? No. Mostly because I don't live in L.A. But when I was on the other, chiller coast a few weeks ago, I had to rip myself out of bonkers mindset that was telling me it was totally reasonable to spend $20 on a cab to go to a teensy bakery and buy $12-worth of cookies. Oh, and then spend an hour trying to chase down a taxi to take me back because, hello, hailing cabs in that city is an f-ing breeeeeeeze.
But, come on, look at these things.
HEAVEN.
Don't worry: I'll convince myself it's sane to purchase them online any day now.
It took me until 2008 to realize that writing things on the internet doesn't (necessarily) make you the most annoying person in the universe. Then my friend had a dream that I had a blog where I posted a photo of myself in an orange sequined dress. Hot.
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