honeycrumpett
honeycrumpett
honeycrumpett

Fuck me, I want everything this week. Even that goddamn bowel movement of a dress.

I got a tip that Clinique’s Angel Red was very close, and while it is similar-ish and very nice, it doesn’t have the amazing glow that the Shiseido one does. The replacement Shiseido lippies aren’t the same.

Shiseido lipstick in P3 Simmering Red, which I bought at a Macy’s back in about 2003/4. It is down to its last sad little sliver. :-( I have never found a lipstick more perfect for my colouring.

This was also a recurring worry of mine. I had scarlet fever when I was five and was convinced that my softy blanket and my dolls Mao, Che and Ho were going to be taken away from me. Yes, I named my dolls after communist leaders. I sometimes wonder what my parents were whispering to me in my cradle.

A diary entry that followed this was a review of Kramer vs. Kramer, which my parents decided was an appropriate movie for a neurotic six-year-old: “I saw Kramer vs. Kramer. It was good. I hope I get to stay with mommy and daddy forever and noone ever leaves.”

I can believe it. At age 6, I was scribbling in my diary about my worries over the effects of a potential World War III on my cats, including plans to make gas masks for them in the event the Russians used mustard gas.

I agree — this really shouldn’t have been on Millihelen. I come here to talk about makeup and shopping. Can we go back to talking about statement necklaces now?

My cat enjoys SVU, especially when Ice-T is in a scene.

I can’t believe I let my matched set of blue Le Creuset saucepans, a Dutch oven and a roaster go in the divorce settlement. What a fool I was! /crai

I know! There’s a Le Creuset terrine press I’ve been eyeing for a while (I am having a pâté moment) in the most gorgeous colour, and WS has it on sale already for $50. Hope everyone likes chicken livers!

Yeahhhhhh, I was kind of having the same thought. :-(

My cat yelled in my ear, “MAMA NOWWWWW!” yesterday morning when his usual routine of walking up and down my ribcage failed to rouse me from my bed so that I might pet him while he eats treats. It worked.

Is that an invite? Because that sounds fantastic.

Oh sweet baby jeebus, that shit is ME. But alas, those prices ain’t. :(

Only time I’ve ever seen the waxwork be significantly more attractive and lifelike than the human of which it’s a reasonable facsimile.

My gyno told me not to waste my $$$ on fancy tests — the ones from the dollar store do the same job — unless I am super precious about such things. I keep a couple stashed under the sink and can throw them out with no guilt when they expire.

I went to another of the Eight Schools about 25 years ago. It was also coed. When we visited the rooms of the opposite sex, we had to sign in with the dorm mother/father, keep the door open and a supermajority of legs had to be on the floor at all times. You could get into trouble for doing things as innocent as