Challenge Accepted

My friends and I are attending the Monster Truck Nationals this weekend.  It started as a joke for Beyonce's birthday, but I guess we're going.  If you are one of four or five people who actually read the shit I post here, then you know I accepted my own challenge to wear makeup to the event.  Brady was giving me shit for wearing JUST A TOUCH of mascara to Amanda's birthday outing.  He didn't even notice; it was she who spooked me.  Anyway, I don't know what to wear.  I don't have flannel or overalls, so I'll have to go in the other direction with skinny jeans and a tight top.  And then it occurred to me: the pièce de résistance. . . a muthafuckin' mustache.  Luckily, I happen to have enough facial hair right now to pull it off.  It's going to be a look; and trust, I will get pictures.

Maybe It's Maybelline

I forgot to mention something about my webcam adventures. I most definitely powdered my face beforehand. What? I didn't want to be too shiny. You really have to beat the face a lot in order not to look shiny. OH also a follow up. . . I took Brady's advice and didn't reveal anything, staying only long enough to snatch a guy off to a messenger service. Wow. That was some good shit. I was in such a terrible mood today, but after all that, I feel fantastic. I'm digging the one-on-one snizness.

This Trick Is an Illusion

This bitch is funny! I have to say too many girls pull the raccoon look that she does when she beats her face. It's not cute, but I guess guys are into it? Yuck. She's so much cuter without makeup. She should definitely go for the natural look. I could do her beat, and she'd look cuter than the chola-esque business she has going on: and I draw makeup on like Katherine fucking Hepburn.