The trouble with lip glosses
A bug committed suicide on my lips this evening.
Was on my way to a club, and was wearing an inordinate amount of makeup (well, for me, anyway)... including a high-shone Revlon lip gloss. Midway through the streetcar ride, I felt something on my lip.
It was a bug.
The pathetic thing had flown on to my lips... and died when it was stuck to the product. Like flypaper... only more dense and gooey. Ah, the price of beauty (or in my case, merely getting by).
Ick.
Was on my way to a club, and was wearing an inordinate amount of makeup (well, for me, anyway)... including a high-shone Revlon lip gloss. Midway through the streetcar ride, I felt something on my lip.
It was a bug.
The pathetic thing had flown on to my lips... and died when it was stuck to the product. Like flypaper... only more dense and gooey. Ah, the price of beauty (or in my case, merely getting by).
Ick.
posted by /hg | 2:36 a.m.
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