Why can’t I ever give the perfect amount? I give too much, or too little. I try too hard, or don’t try hard enough.
Why is it that, even though I know that I’m using the correct usage of “too,” it looks weird. Is it because I’ve gotten so use to people fucking it up so bad. I barely even notice anymore when people fuck up “their, there, and they’re.” I’m getting familiar with other’s stupidity, and that’s a bad thing.
I am glad I am still able to recognize what I don’t like about the world, and myself, and know that it is totally possible to change it.
I’ve never been much of a person who liked to hug, but I’m seeing the benefits. My friend Ted is the best at hugging. I’m going to try to be like Ted when I hug people. Hug so tight that my perfume will lovingly transfer to the other person’s clothes. So that when they pick up the clothes they had on, they think of me.
I wish I lived closer to some of you, or you were so bored with your lives that you wanted to visit.
I know that there are many couples on Tumblr, but I’m not exactly sure how they met. Here’s the idea: If you are in a relationship with someone on Tumblr, write a paragraph/story/sentence about how you two met.
It can also include your feelings or whatever you want, it’s your damn story. But, here’s the cool (stupid) part: don’t tell the other person that you are writing it, and cue it to publish at midnight EST tonight.
Then we can see how you guys match up your stories. You can even tag me, dariennelake, then I can find them easier. Or tag howwemet.
I will make you one. It was so good. Crispy, toasted, creamy, salty, just everything you desire. The sandwich actually consumes you. It takes all your cares away, calms and warms you. You feel the love that was put into it.
When I cook for someone, it is me telling you that I care about you. I want to nourish your spirit, your soul. I want to bring you to my table with the other people that I care for. My mom was a horrible cook. I wonder what that says about our relationship. I guess I can’t blame her. She hated to cook. She didn’t feel confident about it. Like I am with sports. I don’t feel connected to it, because I am not good at it.
My roommate, who was from south Georgia, would say about the food we prepared, “Girl put her whole foot in this meal!” I’m not exactly sure what that means. Maybe it comes from stomping grapes to make wine. Sure, you can use a mallet or press, but the love that comes from using your body to create something special.
Contouring and highlighting. I'm so freaking fair skinned that contouring always just looks like dirt on my face. At least what I've tried thus far. Any recs on a good light contour shade for us porcelain princesses?
Try contouring with a bronzer. It doesn’t have to be bronze in color, it can be in the peachy-tan or rose-beige spectrum.
Darker skin tones can tolerate brown and bronze, but alabaster skin requires subtlety.
Make sure you are using a great contouring brush and then blend it with a great blush brush.
Start off with light strokes and don’t overload your brush with color. Remember, your face is a canvas, and no great artwork was made with finger-paints.
I hope this helps. It works for me in the winter months when the Rochester sun is in hibernation.
I don’t remember my first kiss, but I have a picture if the first one that was really memorable. What an incredible night that was.
I had surgery a week ago but I didn’t want to be all “look at me, be nice to me, send me get well cards” because the surgery was gross and embarrassing. The recovery is coming along and I go back to work today.
I’m not good about commenting on replies to my posts, unless its a question. I should say thank you or something, but I wasn’t raised right.
I let my birthday slip by this year, and I’m going to let Christmas slip by as well. Financially, I can’t really do much, and I really like giving more than receiving. I throw birthday parties for myself to say thank you to my friends for being there for me.
The salon I own is closing at the end of this year and I’m going to go rent a chair from another friend who has a salon. My current business partner owns the building that our salon is in, and he’s doing a short sale to get out of it. Part of me feels like a failure, but part of me feels like I got a great business lesson.
I feel like social media is like high school and some of us are seniors now and going to graduate soon. I miss the ones who are already gone, and I’m sad that I may never meet some before they leave. I have been inspired by so many of you.
What is your best makeup trick you can share with us?
I could give you a bunch of things I find helpful, but no woman should wear as much makeup as a drag queen. We’re an exaggeration for entertainment purposes. Well, you could pound on the makeup if you’re bored and feel like it. Actually it’s quite fun. I don’t recommend a full face of battle-drag to pick your kids up at school, but going out for drinks. Wait, where was I?
Oh, a tip for everyone to use. One thing that helps me get straight and even lines is my ring finger. Since it’s void of jewelry :( I will place it where my cheek meets my nose. Holding a brush/pencil/liquid eyeliner with my hand becomes stabilized by the placement of the ring finger. A glass of Chardonnay will also help steady a hand.
*bonus tip: don’t ever use grey eyeshadow. Yuck. Who wants their skin to look grey? Go with silver if you must.
Is there a category for favorite fake lady? I’m sure my name should get thrown in for something. I’m pretty awesome. My posts are few, but I’m proud of them. I try not to bitch and moan, or create drama. I’ll answer whatever questions you have, and ask a few.
“Perhaps the most important thing we bring to another person is the silence in us, not the sort of silence that is filled with unspoken criticism or hard withdrawal. The sort of silence that is a place of refuge, of rest, of acceptance of someone as they are. We are all hungry for this other silence. It is hard to find. In its presence we can remember something beyond the moment, a strength on which to build a life. Silence is a place of great power and healing.”—Rachel Remen