Seriously. When is my skin going to grow up? I’m 28 (almost 29 goddamnit) and I still have to wield a concealer brush like a pro. I’ve given up on porcelain skin. That’s not my lot in life. I’m fair and freckled and easily sun-damaged, but I’d like to be rid of pimples please. Ok, I know it doesn’t help that I’m a mirror scrutiniser – it’s my OCD nature – but surely the delights of puberty have an expiration date?
The weekend (when I wasn’t applying foundation) was a pretty cool one. Friday unfortunately was a drank-too-much experience, and while fun at the time, I always end up feeling so remorseful when I’m lying in bed with one foot on the floor and one hand on the wall. Poor body, I’m sorry. We had dinner at Narina Trogon and then headed to Kitchener’s for far too may whiskeys. The place was teaming with the cool kids. Yes, that’s right, I managed to get off the couch on a Friday night and frequent a cool place. Pretty good right?
Saturday was spent wearing sunnies, eating carbs and wanting to get horizontal. I watched Mao’s Last Dancer – oh wow! He’s beautiful! And OhEmGee what I would give to be able to dance like that! And then last night I watched Inception – Leo is back in my good books after years of irritating me (and being too pretty). It’s an AMAZING film – watch it.
Today. Call me Seriously Sloth. I cannot for the life of me get going. It’s days like this I wish I drank coffee!
One exciting thing today (amongst the meetings with builders and lighting guys) is a meeting with Gin and Chocolate. I’m super amped. Someone’s going to have such a pretty studio! 🙂