This was straight up, OG Gawker shit. **shrug**

A couple weeks ago, I went to a Sephora, and finally did the Makeup IQ thing. I got a Josie Maran concealer, but It turns out it’s way too light for me. I’ve actually done the Makeup IQ thing twice, and gotten a different number each time. Pretty much the only thing it’s good for is under eye, which I actually don’t…

I get that the ad campaign is supposed to be titillating or w/e, but this was my face while scrolling past the photo on the main-page:

Basically.

Id say I was shocked by this development, but I’d be lying.

*cackling*

I am not here for this shit today.

Seriously.

Daaang . . . if looks could kill.

For me: just concealer and liquid foundation, both applied with one of those sponge beauty blenders. If I have time, some kind of pressed powder. But basically, nothing that takes over 5 minutes to put on my face, because I am extremely lazy.

Finally went to my morning yoga (been neglecting it for months). Got to chat with my old coworker from the previous job: apparently things are going (even further) to shit there, making me super happy I left when I did. Anyway, it was nice to get back on the exercise horse, even though they it’s been cancelled for the…

1.) All male vocals in this song need to be replaced with Sam Smith (Zayn sounds downright shrill in falsetto)

Just came back from trying to get to the marches in L.A. No dice. Metro was packed solid: every train, even with me backtracking, was zero room only headed toward Downtown.

Amazeballs.

The first time I paid my own dental bill. FUCKING FILLINGS ARE EXPENSIVE.

I use BB everyday. They give me this airbrush finish I really like. They are more effective for makeup with higher pigment content.

Yep. This is basically how I feel every time the holidays roll around. Honestly, I hate this time of year. It ALWAYS makes my depression worse, and causes me to fixate on allllll the thinks in my live I don’t have (like love, mostly).

So my mom ruined my post-Birthday lunch.

I’d say don’t contact him personally.

T-minus 2 work days until I’m out of my old office, and into my new one, at an entirely new department.