Via Miramar Mike:
1. Sad little bird….for Sarah, 2. Avocado Eyes (Day 307), 3. Chris at PNGHS, 4. “Norouz” is coming!…, 5. Cake or Death?, 6. vintage tea set with cupcake, 7. Without a Clue!, 8. Untitled, 9. Watering the Wall of Indifference, 10. Tree of Light, 11. Halloween Party, 12. Its a bit harsh to call Posh a twat, if you ask me.
I adore the lazy-arsedness of memes.
A face is a terrible thing to have. There was a woman on my bus this morning who didn’t just have bitch-face, she had gormless-bitch-face. And she was probably a very nice chap.
It did prompt me to wonder, though, do you grow into your face or does your face grow into you?
So after reading Martha’s comment on Pretty Pretty Pretty about her magic cream with “rice scrubby things”, I thought to myself, “I’ve got rice. And I’ve got a blender. Magic rice scrubby cream here I come!”.
I don’t think my blend was quite as fine as it could be–it would be fair to say there were chunks–and when added to my cleanser it did a kind of gloopy rice puddingish thing. But it smelt good and it made my face soft and smooth and–if I do say so myself–blindingly gorgeous. I reckon with a few refinements and maybe a coffee grinder, I could totally find myself in the Estee Lauder league.
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