Oh man. There is not much I find more skull-numbingly boring than my daily beauty regime. I skip it fairly often but on those days I don't feel like I can leave the bed. If only I could get up and do shit without first having to go through the whole thing? Yeah, I'm writing this at 3AM by the way, and I'm straightening my hair now because I know I won't have time to do it in the morning before we go to Luke's dad's house for breakfast (Christmas morning -- ....UGH). I hate my skin! I'm ridiculously pale, which yeah, I like being PALE, but I don't like how oily it is (granted I will age wonderfully) and, well, I don't get many spots or anything but my huge problem is ingrown hairs on my LEGS. Like, why am I getting ingrown hairs on my legs? I don't fucking shave my legs either, so don't say blah blah blah whatever you're gonna say. Actually I read somewhere that the second biggest cause of ingrown hairs on your legs is tight clothing. So, for a few weeks I was really careful about not wearing tight pants for longer than I have to. But, OMG, I don't look good in anything other than tight clothes. Like, I just look like I'm drowning in material otherwise. And I don't care if I'm the only one around, I can't stand to see myself looking anything less than hotness. I mean, god, I'm not high maintenance or anything -- ...ok maybe I am, but I mean, I'm also really lazy ... I forgot where I was going with that point. Ok, so as well as my face being oily and my legs having lots of ingrown hairs... my hands are always dry and shit looking. Years ago I used to have really lovely hands and nails but now that I'm getting into building shit they look like ... I dunno, some guys hands that doesn't care about how his hands look. Oh my god, I don't know, it just annoys me. And my feet! I'm getting old. I love my feet. You'd laugh if you knew what I do to maintain my sexy feet. Not so much what I do but how much I do or how much time I spend on them.
What? It's only 3:10AM? No wonder my hair hasn't dried yet. Hurrrry uuuup. It feels like an hour has passed since I began this entry.
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