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[channonyarrow]

I put on makeup today at 12:30. Because I hate lipstick, this was eye makeup only.

By 2:30 (in the intervening two hours, I sat quietly and did embroidery, drove somewhere, and had an interview) it looked like Rocky Raccoon.

By now (because I fundamentally don't care enough whether the nice people at Trader Joe's like my makeup or not) I strongly resemble whatshisname from My Chemical Romance.

I will be killing myself now. I am not sure if this urge comes from the fact that I fail the estrogen test or that I know that there is a band called My Chemical Romance that has a lead singer that wears a lot of eye makeup. And if it's the latter, it'll probably be because I have just failed the age test and am, in fact, an adult. Legally, I will be required to buy a cane and hit people with it. When not hitting people with my cane, I will be required to start sentences with phrases like "You younguns today don't know what it was like in MY day..."

Also, I have statistically determined that the only situation in which makeup stays put is when soap and water is applied to it.

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[kenwestervelt.livejournal.com]

Extra horror: said eye-makeup-wearing-guy is older than you. Though not quite as old as Billie Joe.

[channonyarrow.livejournal.com]

Oh no he's not. According to Wiki (which we all know is totally unflawed, of course) he was born 4/9/77. My birthdate, never to be revealed in my userinfo because it drives people like bds_fic insane, is 10/14/76. Still, it amuses me, as it does with Marilyn Manson, that someone so very edgy and etc is a whole lot older than the people he speaks to. It reinforces my belief in cynicism of the elders, where they've figured out how to get you young whippersnappers to buy anything.