Or there's shopping involved.
|Fresh. Like Doug E. Fresh but with way more lucite.|
You know who could have used some MINTY in their lives?! These homesteaders circa 1909 - taking pictures of their new homes to send home and show their families. I'm obsessed with the entire collection of photographs on Slate probably because my great great madame grandmother took a picture just like this. I'm kidding. I come from a long line of horse thieves and hussies.
Horse thieves and hussies who love BUTTER! Seriously, this butter is like goat ice cream you can put on your multi-grain English muffin with flax. I would eat a roasted baby virgin panda if I could spread this stuff on top. I accidentally left it in the car after the grocery store one day where it ruined and then had a small memorial service for it. Such a waste.
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A few weeks ago when I formally introduced myself, I got an avalanche of responses. Not about my victory over the crushing anxiety that prevented me from walking outside or my imaginary monsters but, gawd bless you, you went straight for the important stuff: makeup. I don't wear a lot of lipstick because I have big lips and I feel like anything more than clear usually makes me look like a Robert Palmer whore-mouth girl and I'd rather that impression happens after I open my mouth not before. But I was on my way out to a birthday celebration so I threw caution to the wind and put on my new favorite gloss before taking a picture. It's $3. I'm a fancy yet frugal whore-mouth. That's trying to wear more lipstick lately.
|Australian Vogue Living via CMV 2.0|