I wear make-up if I'm going out or performing (which includes classes and auditions). Otherwise, eh, sometimes I get into a mascara mood for a week or two.

My apartment is mostly decorated along the lines of "how can I make a 10 1/2 x 13 1/2 space a liveable home without going mad."

Jilli! I just got here!

Jilli! I just got here!

So? C'mon, Pete needs you to live near-by so he can sketch you if he needs art reference for fierce women.

Buffista Island. Needs to be a reality.

I will only wear mascara if I have the time to heat my mascara curler, because they just stick straight out. But at work, I always wear Photo Finish, foundation, blush, and eye shadow, and rarely any more or less.

My home decorating scheme is: Shit Other People Gave Me.

I call mine Early American Garage Sale.

I don't think my clothes or my make-up will ever be an expression of my inner life -- at least those things would never come close to a full expression -- because it would be too much trouble. I don't like altering clothes, and almost everything I buy has to be altered. I have sensitive skin issues that limit my make up choices. All of those things can be overcome with time and money, but I don't want to spend the cash or the hours.

This conversation is making me browse Aromaleigh.com, which I *cannot* do, because I just bought a computer and am forbidden from buying anything else for the foreseeable future.

It is also reminding me that I have to go home and change before going to the TAR party, because my work-look isn't the way I want to look on television.

At best I put lotion on my face. I so do not have the makeup-wearing gene.

This conversation is making me browse Aromaleigh.com, which I *cannot* do, because I just bought a computer and am forbidden from buying anything else for the foreseeable future.

Okay, I don't have the 'just bought a computer' reason, but I really should not be browsing Aromaleigh.com either. I don't need more foundation yet.

I so do not have the makeup-wearing gene.

Me. No skill at all.

I make an attempt with mascara and a lip pencil (for some reason, regular lipstick burns my lips, makes them peel), but that is all I have any kind of aptitude for. And the pencil? Wears off so fast, it's hardly worth it.

I end up wiping the rim left around my lips after my first drink with a 'at least I tried' resignation.

In completely unrelated news, I am relieved.

It* was created to 'settle' a dispute betwen a friend of mine in which he claimed that 40 weaponless midgets could defeat 1 lion in a hypothetical fight. Many of my other friends and I tried to convince him that the lion would definitely win, but he would not back down from his argument. After seeing another fake article posing as BBC about 'zombism' in Cambodia, I got the idea to make this fake news article to try and convince him for the final time.

*It = [link]