I'm all out of sorts today. So what better way to cheer oneself up than to do one's makeup!?
I know. Deep.
Let's do a day where we watch me do my makeup, and in the meantime I complain at you.
Oh hey, while you're up. Can you break me off a piece of that?
Eyebrows filled in, concealer and I CAN'T FIND MY EYELID PRIMER. If you wonder, say, does this irk the SHIT out of June, the answer is oui. I got all international on your ass, that's how much it bugs. Look at Eds out there, surveying his domain.
I'm still sad about the puppy. Am devastated over the puppy. Is that nornal? I miss a puppy I knew for only 24 hours. Did I really make the right decision? I know practically, if one were practical, it's the right decision. Shots and neutering and food and so on. I know. I still have to pay my state taxes, for god's sake. I'm waiting till payday to pay them. So, yes. In practical terms, a new puppy is not sensible.
I used regular primer on my eyelids and now my eyes are watering. Hey, I wonder if June hates everything? Anyway, powder foundation. Edsel still surveying domain.
Also, I finally got a message from my friend Melanie's cousin. I got it two nights ago while I was walking Eds. "Hey, your email was in my hidden messages because we aren't Facebook friends," he wrote. "What do you want to know about Melanie's suicide?"
So now I have the deets, and maybe it was better to not have known the deets. I wanted to be right where she was, knowing exactly how she felt in life. I guess I kind of wanted to be there with her posthumously, and I can just hear her saying Yeah, thanks a lot. That made a huge difference. But still. Like, if I could be there with her somehow in some way, it'd make it less awful.
Urban Decay Nakeds shadows, yet to be blended, and some annoying Revlon eye pencil. Say, do you wish to bug me? Make an eye pencil that's hard to apply. THANKS. Hey, where'd Edsel go?
Also, I had to leave work at lunch yesterday because screaming migraine. I spent the whole afternoon in bed, and not in the good way. The whole time I dated Ned, I wanted to have, like, one whole day where all we did was stay in bed, and the very last thing Ned would ever want to do is spend a whole day in bed. A whole day at the salad bar? Sure.
Anyway, because I slept all day, naturally I couldn't sleep last night, but it did give me a chance to catch the very lofty finale of Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. Did you see it? Thoughts, please. Lofty thoughts.
Rimmel mascara, and please pronounce is "miscaaaara" like they do in the commercials. Some annoying Maybelline lipstick that makes me look like a mom in 1972, and still no Edsel. Do you think he put his knapsack on his back? And clearly my Botox has given me one Spock eyebrow as of late. Nice.