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9:59 am | 24 June 2003 | face-plosion My skin is not reacting well to the suddenly-90 weather. Actually, that is a gross understatement. Last night i had one of those (two-hour-long) moments wherein it becomes suddenly necessary to examine every inch of one's person for flaws. And to find them, in abundance. And then to shoot oneself in the face.* Seriously. What is up? I also have started to recieve skincare catalogs with free samples from DHC, this posh culty Avon-type thing, which is baffling--i never requested them. Paranoiacally, i wonder if a DHC representative didn't see me skulking through an alley and think to herself (shades of Edward Scissorhands) "Quick, get that girl some Mild Lotion!" DHC is freaky, and hideously expensive, and while i sort of enjoy using their Extra Olive Virgin Oil [sic] because it makes me feel like Elizabeth Bathory, on the whole, i'm not inclined to drop $80 on lotion. *Apparently one level past "mirror-shatteringly-ugly" is "so ugly as to become impervious to bullets," which is why i am here today for you, dear reader. unless otherwise noted, all work contained herein is � claudia sherman, 2002-04. |