Tuesday, May 23, 2006
I've talked about my love for Tarte cheekstains before, but i really have to rhapsodize about the brand new one, Cloud 9. MWAH MWAH MWAH. I was sure it was going to turn out to be a huge mistake when I bought it. Something told me to OWN IT, though, even though it was just so... purple. And purple never looks good on skin. Except it's not really purple, it's a kind of cool rich pink when you put it on, with a tiny bit of sheen - not shimmer, though, definitely not shimmer. It's also a GODSEND for someone like me who's prone to turing bright red if she encounters so much as a bit of dust or goes out in the sun for two seconds - it actually neutralizes the weird tomato color somehow. Magic. It's magic. I have magic face. I love it. And it is all nice and creamy and blendy and it makes great lipstain too. I can't wait to blow everone's mind with my awesome face.
Also, further evidence that I was right about there being a pervert convention in town, I went to Barnes and Nobles to study today, and got a coffee at the cafe, and sat down at the counter only to realize that the guys on BOTH SIDES of me were looking at porn. Hotttt. Guess that's what I get for not supporting my local independent bookstore.