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Friday Dance Party – ROCO!

Catching flies…

Ok, so it isn’t Friday night yet, nor did I just get paid. I hardly ever get paid on a Friday though since I’m on that first and fifteenth schedule like the government pays me. They don’t. They just take my money, but they do that to all of us.

It is, however, Friday, thank goodness. It’s been a pretty good week even though it took a little bit to get things kicked off. I created a new daily schedule for myself and I haven’t nailed it yet, but I’m doing a decent job of getting into it. I mean, I wrote every day this week, and for that, let the congregation say ROCO!

I slip in and out of ROCO (rock out with your cock out) Fridays, so if you aren’t familiar, you can search over in the search bar for ROCO to see past assemblies of the congregation. But if you haven’t the time, for that, perhaps you have time for this:

That little dude does it better than I ever could so let the congregation say ROCO! He is freaking hilarious and you just know that he’s spent a heck of a lot of time in Black church.

So, even on this 5 day writing streak, I know that I’m not going to do it on the weekend. Because I know this, let me quickly chat about what’s up. Sunday, I’m hoping to do pretty much nothing. I know that won’t happen because that simply isn’t the life that I lead, but one can hope, right? Actually, it completely could happen if I let it. But again, that isn’t the life I lead. There has never been a tally mark in the ‘able to sit still’ column for me. We have limited time here on this rock and I’m not gonna look back at the end of mine and say, “Boy, I wish I had spent more time sitting on the couch watching TV.” Nope, not gonna happen. Not this chick. Besides, I’m hoping to either go in my sleep or in some spectacular way that doesn’t necessarily involve any pain. I’ve seen the long, drawn out deaths and I’d like to pass on that.

Oooh, that got heavy, huh? Ok, back to the light. We’re heading into the weekend, after all. A weekend wherein I will attend a photoshoot to have some more fun photos for my little gallery. I’m supposed to do my own hair and makeup (in and of itself that is the peak of hilarity), bring clothes (duh), have a playlist (I can at least do that), and think of some poses (although help will be available on-site). Did I ever tell you that I don’t do makeup? I can slap on some foundation and do a bit of mascara but outside of that, I’m kinda lost. There are so many intricacies to drawing on your face and I simply don’t get it. When I did my headshots and they did my makeup for me, I swear she was doing makeup for 30 minutes to basically make me look like I just had on some eye makeup. My skin isn’t THAT bad, lol. So yeah, I don’t get it.

But, I’m here for the game, so I’ve got this eyebrow template to play with (before tomorrow morning, lol) and some lashes to try out. Hopefully, I can make those two things work and, I don’t know, keep the rest of my face hidden or something. What? I’m not really photogenic either. But I’m at the end of a good workout program so the body is pretty banging right now. Booyakasha.

Welp, my writing block time is up and I have to move on to the next facet of my day. I hope you have a great one and a kickass weekend! See ya Monday.

A Sucker-Free Sunday

Does not include me.

I am a sucker.  I have a very bad tendency to want to try new products and infomercials are my worst enemy.  After Lovey and I got done laughing at the infomercial for Hip Hop Abs, I surely went ahead and ordered it.  At least it's not just sitting on the shelf though.  I am doing it and it does work as long as you do it.  Have I lost any weight?  About a pound, but the inches that have come off are way better than the pounds anyways.

So, I have the most luggage ever in the depository under my eyes.  It doesn't matter how much sleep I get or how much water I drink, I always look like I'm either high, almost asleep, or in dire need of sleep.  Of course, makeup does wonders, but I'm too lazy for that and I haven't made it to the store to check out the right shade in the mineral makeup yet.  Dermatologist is the next step, but in reality, I don't think I care enough to go.  I'm not picking up any boys or starting up a modeling career since I'm too short.

Well, if there's a new product out, I'm gonna give it a try.  Vanity sneaks out every now and again and I want to be the most beautiful girl in Miami that has her real lips/boobs/hips/ass/hair/fingernails.  Wait, according to Lovey, I already am.  Whatever.  I figured if Oil of Olay came out with something that would put away the suitcases, I'd give it a shot.

 

And there it is.  The eye derma-pod.  They stuck some creme in a little pouch that you open by squeezing it and it magically comes out on the sponge at the end.  Spread evenly on upper lids and underneath eyes and massage in for one minute per eye.  Contains 24 derma-pods, best results if used thrice weekly for 8 weeks.  Yup.  8 weeks.

But I'm game.  I figure it might help.  I have less than two weeks left and I'm slowly finding out that Olay just doesn't work for everyone.  I'm not posting any before and/or after pictures, mainly because I didn't take any but I'm seriously not seeing any difference here people.  No, I take that back, I'm not seeing any positive difference.  Is the skin underneath my eyes different from the rest of my face now?  Yes, it is, but it looks like, to me, that all this has accomplished is making the wonderful lines under my eyes even freaking deeper!  Now there's just a place for makeup to hide!!  Aaargh!

Olay has less than two weeks to change my mind on this, but I just don't see it happening.  Maybe this only works for people who only THINK they have bags under their eyes, not people who actually have them.

 

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