<--another one of those things that i bought purely because i liked the name...shimmering grape-y coloured lips is just not for me. also: caboodles are goofy and immature, yada; theyre also convenient as hell for women who have minimal space but vast collections of makeup. i wish i could find a super-sized, mirrored caboodles, or something cheap like that, instead of using the----wait for it---TACKLE BOX with the mirror i nailed to the inside. so ghetto chic sometimes.
legit pray for japan. feel bad for them all the time.
oh hey, lent. i'm hungry. and...needing a beer. stupid, stupid girl giving up so much. no one is impressed by martyrdom! as a result of all my valiant sacrifices(which i bemoan on the regular, and which are comforts more than half the world have never and will never see)i have spent the past week consuming my weight in exotic salsas from trader joe's; greek yogurt; and pistachios. my current favorite salsa, which i am eating right now with a spoon and no chips and no, i am not ashamed at ALL, is habanero lime. if i wasn't sure it'd hurt my eyes and God knows what else, i'd swim in a sea of it. holy fiery goodness. i need salsa rehab.
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