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Man, in 198...9, I think, I used to work for the Canadian distributor of Lancome, L'Oreal, and a bunch of other cosmetics companies. Just for a summer. They had a company sale where you were allowed to spend $100 CDN on discounted stuff, and good god, I loaded up. I bought for multiple friends and had bags and bags of makeup and product that lasted me for over a decade.
And I didn't know shit.
What a waste.
Is Manic Panic good quality?
Yes, shockingly. They have a good depth of pigment, good coverage, and wear well.
Gggn. I shouldn't have looked at the Manic Panic site. I thought I was over my craving for their over-the-top compact of white pressed powder, but apparently I'm not. Must not hit clicky shopping button!
I'm a bit of a snot. I have to admit I'm kind of judging their makeup by their website, which is really not a causal link.
Oh, their website is terrible. But the lipstick is good. And also available on Amazon and eBay.
I'm sorry about StW not panning out and your brother's love woes, smonster. I hope you can get a good night's sleep tonight.
While I can't add much substantive to the makeup conversation, I was in a Sephora for the first time last week (picking up a nail buffer). It was less perfumy than I expected, but I had no idea what a third of the stuff was.
Jilli, check your inbox in about five minutes and you'll have that cover of "Common People" by MCR.
How is it that five years in a very good work environment cannot overcome the damage from five years spent in a toxic work environment?
I'm still a little shaky from discovering an oversight in my work--basically, something slipped through the cracks thanks to a miscommunication back in early October. It came to light today, and... I kind of freaked. I went about putting things to rights, and the people affected were all "eh, no big deal," but I was still bracing myself to get yelled at. Or called on the carpet and lectured for longer than it would take to have fixed the problem.
What the hell, brain? Why can't you figure out that you are now working in the land of the sane, and not That Other Place?
So yeah, in a shaky mood thanks to something that's fairly little. That--and the fact that I've felt kind of disconnected from everyone and everything for the past few monhts--has me worried that I'm about to be bushwhacked by something big from my subconscious. I've been feeling hella needy, but i have no idea what to do about it.
Whoo! Thank you, David!
Whoo! Thank you, David!
I threw in Placebo's cover of "Running Up That Hill" as a bonus.
Should be there by now.