Well, guess who logged in after not doing so for months and checked their tag.
That’s right, me.
Sorry for not being prompt and keeping up with those who are left.
I just needed less Tumblr in my life.
Not to mention the fact that I basically live at my job these days.
I hope that you are well.
Someone needs to come to my house, make me a perfect BLT with avocado and a side of fries, and then clean up my kitchen and leave. How do I make that happen. No chit chat, no socialization, just…pay them money to cook for me and then go away.
But what I want to know is if you’ll pay me in Google Play money or not?
gnomees answered: We love you, too! Random fact: new favorite animule is a squirrel. I’ll probably hate them again tomorrow.
Heeeey! I’m glad to see that you’re still around and kicking. I hope that some wonderful things are happening in your life.
And squirrels, we’ve always had the I like them, they don’t like me dance. I did hear that they make might fine eating, though.
I just wanted to take a moment to let you know that I am still alive and currently nosy enough to wonder what you’re up to?
Tell me some good news or a random fact about yourself?
Hey, Stiney. The boytoys are giving you the eye.
This is just your daily reminder that they probably whisper your name in one another’s ears when they get it on.
gnomees said: GRRRR I know. It’s not much. But it’s all I got. Those jerks! It’s horrible that you had to get USED to it! GRRRRRR!
I’m mostly gotten used to people I work with saying rude crap or being jerks. The amount of times that I have told my male coworkers to stop calling women cunts, sluts, bitches, and the like is ridiculous. On the same side, the women are just as bad.
There is no schooling the masses. Let them be idiots, I suppose.
You are So. Pretty. I’ve missed your face. Your coworkers are officially disgusting people, and I am so sorry you have to tolerate their cruelty.
So, I decided to look cute today to have lunch with a friend that I haven’t seen in person in years and his long term boyfriend of five years. Since it my first time meeting the boyfriend and seeing my friend in a while, I really wanted to do it.
That meant that I ended up having to do my eyebrows myself, because I just could not seem to make it in to the woman who does them with varying results. I think that I did a rather okay job of it and I’m proud of them.
I was also really happy to hear so many people compliment me on how cute I looked today. It was welcome and nice after the dry spell of me not caring or having enough time for makeup, especially after my face freaked the fuck out last year. It was really, really bad and everyone else seemed to be more concerned and cruel about my face than I was. I just didn’t care, because I thought it would clear up on its own.
It just continually got worse and my skin was so dry and itchy. Then, it went all strange with a new texture I had never experienced before and turned black in response to all of the scratching. I just couldn’t figure out what was going on. It wasn’t something that could be killed off with toner or my regular face wash and my facial masks straight up burned like hell in reaction on my skin.
It was a bad time. I looked around online after a couple of months or so of this and found a simple product (Cortizone 10 Plus) that I noticed worked right away after the first application. I apply it every so often now, when my skin gets that dry/burning/itching/horror feeling and it helps. I’m able to put exfoliating facial masks on now and that helps clear off some of the rough edges.
I’m kind of scared that my skin is damaged forever, but who knows if this will simply run its course? What’s worse/irritating is that I had these flare ups on the backs of my hands at the same time. I pretty much concluded that I developed eczema, due to the extreme dryness of the weather and me not moisturizing enough.
I hope that I continue to show positive growth, because I have missed my makeup and feeling beautiful. I just didn’t see the point in trying to pretty up my eyes and lips, when my cheeks were a mess. However, I still thought I was cute as fuck when my face was freaking out and all of my coworkers were either making fun of me and laughing in my face or asking me what was on my face or telling me that I had something/makeup on my face.
It’s whatever, because I’m still going to be over being me and not giving a fuck how many people laugh in my face. I’m mostly okay with the way I look and my face and body won’t be changing any time soon.