Listening to The Bird and the Bee's new album "Interpreting the Masters, Vol. 1 (A Tribute to Daryl Hall and John Oates). It's super smiley and awesome. Who doesn't love Hall and Oates? Especially with Inara George's voice? It's inspiring me to build my Hall and Oates collection too. It's never too early to practice for the next trip the the karaoke bar... right?
My dancy shoulders are unstoppable right now. I'm trying to blog and I can barely keep myself seated! "I-I---I I'll do anything that you want me too.... I'll do almost anything that you want me too... But I can't go for that, nooo, no can do..."
.... Ok. So I went to the American Beauty Show today. It was like a dream come true, I swear. An entire convention center filled with loud music, products, tools, runway shows, and stylists. I love this world! I was born for this, I swear. I could have spent all day there, if it weren't for the stupid gyno appt I had in the afternoon... yuck. WTF? Why don't men have to go to a doctor once a year to have their pee hole stretched open and scraped out?? It really doesn't seem very fair. I am by NO means a feminist... at all. But I feel like, COME ON! I have to take BC pills, have a craptastic week once a month, see the gyno, birth children, AND deal with the post sex... situation. Shut up, you know what I'm talking about. What do men have to do? Show up, and make sure it works. Sheesh.
Ok, I digress, the beauty show was awesome today. If we create our own heaven, then that would be mine. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm a product whore, and to be surrounded by super cool and super cheap awesome products.... FUCK! It's like a wet dream.
I walked out with 6 new OPI polishes, 2 Essie products (a base coat and a matte top coat) , 3 new makeup brushes, 8 eye pencils, 1 eyeshadow, and 1 teasing brush. The real feat was that I didn't buy any lip gloss...
Time for a Hot Toddy.
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