Today Is Wednesday the 11th, Not Friday the 13, Right?
I am too lazy to get up any earlier than I have to* and I have a solid hour commute, so I always put my makeup on on the train.
This has been both positive (gives me something to do, saves time) and negative (attracts young men who use lines like, “You’re pretty good at that. I would not be able to do that on the train.”), but today definitely negative.
I went to find my makeup bag this morning, and it was not in my purse. It could be in at least three places: 1. On my couch. 2. In my car. 3. Lost.
When I realized I’d be sans-makeup, I went to Rite Aid and bought a bunch of random stuff that became more of a “Is this even close to the right shade?” experiment because I’m so damn pale.
$40 bucks later, I don’t look like a total mess, but I would really like to know where the eff it is. It’s all my favorite stuff!
*15 minutes before the train arrives
