What's happening? It's come to the point where I'm literally writing out how much I can spend on food, toiletries, and transportation per week. What if I need tampons, but I already bought volumizing shampoo the same week? Guess, I'll have to ride it out...No budging, Molls. YOU'RE HELLA POOR. Away, away, I've also been listening to "Uncharted" by Sara Bareilles way too much , but let me ask you this...have you ever had the privilege of feeling like sunshine is shooting from your belly? Like a care bear? Well, Sara makes me feel like an empowered care bear, and it certainly bares (bear, bare...I like where I'm going with this) great results. Today I got compliments such as:

-"You look tan!"

-"You're a manager here right? No? Well, you should be a manager."

-"Molly's in love!" (I, most assuredly, am not.)

Incredible results. But still, they are the direct product of listening to a Sara Bareilles song...gives me the wiggles. It reminds me I'm not too far off from the average twenty-something female living in New York City who wears Uggs and carries a Longchamp bag on the subway. Well, this has simply turned into a rant on Sara Bareilles, who, I'll go on the record as saying has a beautiful voice, so I'm going to keep it real, keep it categorized, and keep this short.

Hold on, now you have to listen to this song. After you watch this you'll understand me when I say...Whoah, Josh Groban, watch it with the banana prop.