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It all started with the thought, “Ugh, I’m THIRTY now, I should maybe take better care of my face.”  And off to Sephora I went.

Cue disaster for my checking account.

The scene:

Me, at Sephora, looking at stuffs, trying not to attract attention.  Sales people EVERYWHERE trying to lure me in to all their expensive stuffs.  This time, at least the crazy man didn’t touch me like usual.  Though he did TALK to me.  About my coat.

Finally, realizing I had no idea what I should even be looking for in a a face wash, I walked up to a sales lady and said, “Hi.  I’m like, 30 now and I really feel like I should be taking better care of my face.  Any ideas?”  She looked at my face all judgmentally and said, “You look a little oily.  And you have two blemishes.  Any other problem issues I need to know about?”

OUCH.

Mind you, this woman had on more makeup than a gaggle of drag queens on a Saturday night.  And she would be LUCKY to have my face.  But she didn’t blink an eye when I said I was 30, so I felt like I must be looking old that day.  And the trouble begins.

I don’t know how many of you have ever seen The Truth About Cats & Dogs, but I LOVED that movie when it came out.  Mostly because I LOVE Janeane Garofalo.  And my favorite scene has always been the one where she ends up at the department store makeup counter and the sales lady makes her feel old and ugly, so she ends up buying all this makeup and stuff.

You know the one.  Right?

Saleslady:  We also have this new face cream which neutralizes the free radicals that attack the skin. Let me ask you: what’s your skin regime?

Janeane Garofalo:  My regime? The regime from which the radicals are trying to get free? Are we selling face cream or staging a coup?

Yeah, I basically lived that yesterday.  And I am the proud purchaser of a new skin “regime.”  AND a Sephora beauty rewards membership, oh help me god.  I went in for tinted moisturizer, which I bought, and came out with $300 of new skin regime and some stuff I can’t even really identify.

In other news, while rock climbing this weekend (despite a sinus infection AND a bum foot), I managed to show my friends my wedgie.  Aren’t they lucky?  You see, I was wearing running tights, which I like to climb in because they’re comfy and stretchy and they don’t get all out of place and such.  Well, this particular pair is not the regular kind.  They’re more cloth-like.  I stretched them a little too far and…HELLO SHINE’S ASS!  I’m so pretty.