Confession time.
There’s a vapid 16 year old emo girl inside me.
Seriously. I squelch her, for the most part.
But. I totally watch YouTube makeup tutorials and mess around with my palettes of crazy makeup colors while blasting AFI and From Autumn to Ashes.ย And want to dye my hair purple and wear stripey leggings and Hello Kitty barrettes and gobs of eyeliner and smoke cigarettes for breakfast and ~**~tYpe liKe tHiS~**~. It’s probably a good thing I didn’t spend my teenage years in an emo-saturated blogging/MySpace/Flickr/Twitter era or I’d have been spending hours in front of the mirror expressing my angst through my eyeliner.
This is one more day on the verge of tears.
And now my head hurts.
And my health is a joke.
Now I got to stop because the headphones broke.
I post cuz the hubby’s outta town and my constructive activities tonight have included playlist-making, music downloading, nail-painting, and eyeliner-caking. (:
Haha, I’m glad you don’t make a habit of typing like that all the time. I’d have to throw paperclips at you… y’know, if I still sat by ya at work ๐
I wish you still worked a paperclip’s throw away!
Me too! Anytime I tell fun work stories, it seems to start out with “When I used to work with Kellie…” If ever there’s a chance that they’ll hire anyone with little experience at your work, let me know. ๐
Love it!