"You just think lovely wonderful thoughts," Peter explained, "and they lift you up in the air." ...As much as I would love/trust Peter Pan as a beauty blogger; with his anti-aging skin regimen... I think he is full of shit. I don't know about flying, but I seem to levitate when I drink too many vodka sodas... and the only thing coming out of my mind, aren't wonderful thoughts, but rather verbal diarrhea. Thinking positive thoughts is the battle. I am guilty, if I lived up to to my full potential, I would be over-qualified for everything. I wouldn't be slayin' the natural public for rent money... (or rather, for Saint Laurent shoe money) but I'd be doing great things. I'd probably be curing feline AIDS or inventing non-fat tacos. But in the meantime, while I am selling myself short, I'm actively trying to anti-age... cause like Peter Pan, I don't want fine lines or wrinkles, because I don't want to get old.