I think you’re delicious
Loving my face off…without makeup.
Sep 2nd
A while back, there was a blogger who started some “Bloggers without makeup” thing. I meant to participate, I really did. Now I can’t even remember who it was. I promise to look it up later.
I really started thinking about it, though. This whole makeup thing…what’s the point? To enhance my beauty? That just doesn’t seem fair to the other women around me. I am dead sexy. To cover my flaws? I kind of like my flaws. Those flaws are what make me so very me.
So…I stopped wearing makeup. Almost entirely. In the last three months or so, I think I’ve worn makeup about three times. In the interest of full disclosure, I wasn’t a huge makeup wearer anyway. I’ve never been able to stand foundation on my face and I don’t even understand eyeliner. I’m a simple girl.
I do like to get all gussied up (shut your whore mouth, I live in Texas, where we say things like “gussied”), and put on some makeup and a pretty dress and heels. Day in and day out, though, I am purely a creature of comfort. Why then, was I bothering to put all this junk on my face?
Goal: Learn to love my face, without any makeup at all.
Result: After three months, I can tell you guys that I truly love my face. I can now officially look at it in the mirror and not think I look tired or sick, simply from a lack of mascara or blush. I like my eyes and my smile. I wish I had a bit more color in my cheeks, but it’s nothing terribly important. I’ll just have to do something fun to get a flush, right?
I still feel a little weird when I’m out without any makeup on. Mostly because everyone else is wearing makeup. I’m starting to realize, though, that really, no one notices but me. The difference between mascara and no mascara? That’s pretty much all in my head. No one else cares how long my eyelashes are.
Now, I don’t even love my made up face in pictures. The fact that I’m posting a picture of myself without any makeup at all is a HUGE step forward. And here it is:
Spam, the other white meat.
Aug 11th
Y’all. I’ve been getting some serious sex-bot spam lately. I usually don’t read it, because, well, why would I read it? But today, this one caught my eye (I apologize in advance if you’re all sensitive):
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First of all, thank you for the kind regards! Second, I need some clarification. Is “granny shitting” actual grannies…shitting? Or is it other people shitting grannies, in some way? I just want to make sure I have it straight before I commit.
Also, “busty shemale thumbs” really piqued my interest. Is it just the thumbs that are she-male and busty? Or are these busty she-males WITH thumbs? Megan Fox, perhaps?
Moreover, if you want someone interested in squirting, you really should have commented on my dearest GingerMandy’s blog. She LOVES a good squirter.
A while back, I almost got fooled by spam, actually. The comment was this:
I dont truly know what you talking about here. This cant be the only way to think about this can it? It appears like you understand a lot, so why not explore it a lot more? Make it more accessible to everyone else who might not agree with you? Youd get a great deal a lot more individuals behind this if you just stopped making common statements.
It almost even made sense, for the subject matter. But alas, it was from someone named “Diane Von Furstenberg Wrap Dresses. You can’t fool me, Spammer! I’m too quick for you.
I used to get only home loan, financial spam. Now, all I get is porn spam. Sporn? Whatever. It’s like even the spammers know that I haven’t wanted to kiss someone in half a year. But I’m not falling for it. Not even busty she-male thumbs will get me!
(I won’t tell you how close I was to clicking that link out of morbid curiosity about granny shitting, though.)
Oh hai, I’m an asshole
Jun 15th
Shit's bad, all right?
I know you already know this.
But today, I feel like I’ve sunk to the lowest level of asshole. It all started with an IM conversation with GingerMandy about finances. She got this complicated budget sheet and she sent me a copy and WHOA! I have a headache and I kind of want to slit my wrists. But the wrong way, so I don’t actually die or anything. Suicide is serious business, y’all.
So here’s what happened.
I thought to myself (Because much as I’d like to, I can’t really think to anyone else. Natalie? April? Get on that shit, please.), “Self, you don’t have any money. This should probably change, so you can pay off those student loans and handle having a car payment (since your car is about to DIE a painful death of exhaustion) and, you know, buy yourself that sex toy you were going on about all day yesterday.”
Okay, since I know you’re going to be all distracted about the sex toy, you can take a look here. That is TOTALLY NSFW. I’m serious. It’s also not safe for coworkers or family members. In fact, some of my friends should steer clear. You know who you are.
Back to the point? Babeland, if you need someone to review that bad boy, you just call me.
That wasn’t the point.
The point is, I spend a lot of my damn time blogging (for free). And I feel like I’m pretty entertaining. And, well, you all KNOW I have a nice rack (because I told you, obviously). And now I’ve decided that if any of your hearts (or loins) are inspired to give me some of your hard-earned dollars, I’d be happy to take them. If you look to the top right sidebar there, you’ll notice my button (heh). That will take you to a secure PayPal site, and there you can buy me a virtual drink. Or a virtual car. What? I know some of you out there must be loaded.
I’m kidding.
I will promise that the money you donate will never be used for any good cause, unless you consider my shoe collection, my vagina, or the further destruction of my liver to be a good cause. If that’s the case, every red cent will be for a good cause.
I feel like I should give you guys something in return, but well, none of you have donated yet. I do have a giveaway planned for the near future, though.
Also, you should know that Toy With Me sent me a deliciously large sex toy in the mail to review. I’ll let you know when (if?) the review is posted, as I’m sure you’ll want to take a look at that. My mother is so proud (and by that I mean “barely speaking to me.”)
Basically, until some of the other stuff I’m doing turns out to be gainful employment of some sort, my ass is broke. Broke and with no free time. This is not a guilt trip, I swear. I’m just telling you like it is.
Donate, don’t donate. The decision is yours. It’s better than ads, right?
