Just throwing this out there
I’m going to wash my face. I’m just going to do it. I’m going to take the plunge. Is there any reason I need to keep my achingly beautiful face looking achingly beautiful? Because I’m ready to be wearing less makeup. Except if I do that and then suddenly there is a reason where I should have kept it on, such as a party or “fun time” pops up out of nowhere I will be like DAMNIT, why did I wash all that pretty crud down the drain. And yes, of course I could put it back on, but I know myself and I wouldn’t, hence I’ll probably just stay home.
That’s kind of sad actually. The desire to not put on makeup is stronger than the desire to have a fun time.
Except so rarely are you assured a good time, you know? So often it’s just like “huh, I could see where that might be fun.”
Also I have a headache. It might be from holding my nose in the air to look down on all of you.
Oh get this: apparently I’m on taxi TV! There’s a segment about the funniest reporter show. Anyone see it? I only take helicopters so I wouldn’t know.
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Joe
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Anonymous
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hugh





