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tiamatladySometimes I wonder about my choices.
I couldn't bring myself to spend $40 on a haircut, but in the past two days have spent $30 on a tarot reading, and $35 on makeup, not counting the $10 in hair dye I just bought, and, when I didn't get the thing I saw on Ebay at MAC, went and bought it ON Ebay.
In my defense, the color is perfect for me, and it was $8 with shipping, which is less that I would have paid at MAC. And the items I got are things I like and need, like a new liquid liner, with a nice liner tip, and a dark purple everyday lipstick. And by everyday I mean to club. I don't usually wear makeup around town.
I'm also in "bad shopper" hell since I won the auction, paid immediately with PayPal and of course PayPal is playing havoc. I can't get it to confirm it sent the payment, it was supposed to charge my credit card for the remainder of the sale, and it says, after kicking it a few times, that they're actually charging my bank account, which is not what I wanted to have done, for the simple fact that my bank might charge me and my Visa won't. over $7, it's not worth the hassle. But now it won't let me back in to check. I'll have to wait for the seller to confirm. I should email the seller, but I don't want to do any more damage tonight.
This is the end of my interesting day. I didn't head over to B&J's due to familial responsibility conflicts (and yes I realize I was invited, I still have those "same things" to get done, and am better off here.) I do go to Chestnut Hill to check out MAC, and end up in the wrong mall. Don't ask HOW, I'd manage. This one had a Sephoria, which I checked out Urban Decay but they no longer make my favorite Plague purple, it seems. I also stopped in Filene's in case they had a MAC counter (no) so I wouldn't have to try another place. I finally found out what Britney's perfume smells like. Camphor. And ass. It was Absolutely Nasty. it was so I'd continue to smell it and got more and more sick of it. To the point of taking out my hand sanitizer and rubbing it all over my arms, to get rid of the smell. ANd it DIDN'T go away until I got home and scrubbed with soap. *GAGS*
I didn't know they made malls for rich old white women. I mean I knew about the uppity scale stores, like the ones in Mashpee - I had no idea they made entire malls out of them. I thought malls were for rats, so to speak. Both of the malls I went to, in Chestnut Hill, on the Newton border, were richy white chick heaven. All the expensive stores, high end bookstores for them to feel good about reading, and an even higher class of cafe than Starbucks. I felt like the maul cops were going to walk up to me and say "Miss, your clothes aren't worth enough to be in here, please leave without a fuss." I coldn't get OUT of there fast enough. I'm remembering that for next time - the counters at the local Maul don't look so bad.
One excellent thing, since I'd forgotten tomorrow is a holiday (not for me, I have to work, well I don't have to, but it would be a good idea) Teh Unit Isn't coming home tonight. I can dye my hair NOW instead of waiting, and I can park in our parking space. Huzzah. *sighs* I should have planned on going to the Faire. I'm not sure if I'm going to have time.
Now, to go move my car, and start my dyeing process. I don't mind the reddish purplish black it's been, but I want jet black back. I still want a haircut, but I'm willing to wait until after I get the car fixed and bills paid. I think I'm going to write some more later, on my tarot reading and other things going on, in a friends only.
I couldn't bring myself to spend $40 on a haircut, but in the past two days have spent $30 on a tarot reading, and $35 on makeup, not counting the $10 in hair dye I just bought, and, when I didn't get the thing I saw on Ebay at MAC, went and bought it ON Ebay.
In my defense, the color is perfect for me, and it was $8 with shipping, which is less that I would have paid at MAC. And the items I got are things I like and need, like a new liquid liner, with a nice liner tip, and a dark purple everyday lipstick. And by everyday I mean to club. I don't usually wear makeup around town.
I'm also in "bad shopper" hell since I won the auction, paid immediately with PayPal and of course PayPal is playing havoc. I can't get it to confirm it sent the payment, it was supposed to charge my credit card for the remainder of the sale, and it says, after kicking it a few times, that they're actually charging my bank account, which is not what I wanted to have done, for the simple fact that my bank might charge me and my Visa won't. over $7, it's not worth the hassle. But now it won't let me back in to check. I'll have to wait for the seller to confirm. I should email the seller, but I don't want to do any more damage tonight.
This is the end of my interesting day. I didn't head over to B&J's due to familial responsibility conflicts (and yes I realize I was invited, I still have those "same things" to get done, and am better off here.) I do go to Chestnut Hill to check out MAC, and end up in the wrong mall. Don't ask HOW, I'd manage. This one had a Sephoria, which I checked out Urban Decay but they no longer make my favorite Plague purple, it seems. I also stopped in Filene's in case they had a MAC counter (no) so I wouldn't have to try another place. I finally found out what Britney's perfume smells like. Camphor. And ass. It was Absolutely Nasty. it was so I'd continue to smell it and got more and more sick of it. To the point of taking out my hand sanitizer and rubbing it all over my arms, to get rid of the smell. ANd it DIDN'T go away until I got home and scrubbed with soap. *GAGS*
I didn't know they made malls for rich old white women. I mean I knew about the uppity scale stores, like the ones in Mashpee - I had no idea they made entire malls out of them. I thought malls were for rats, so to speak. Both of the malls I went to, in Chestnut Hill, on the Newton border, were richy white chick heaven. All the expensive stores, high end bookstores for them to feel good about reading, and an even higher class of cafe than Starbucks. I felt like the maul cops were going to walk up to me and say "Miss, your clothes aren't worth enough to be in here, please leave without a fuss." I coldn't get OUT of there fast enough. I'm remembering that for next time - the counters at the local Maul don't look so bad.
One excellent thing, since I'd forgotten tomorrow is a holiday (not for me, I have to work, well I don't have to, but it would be a good idea) Teh Unit Isn't coming home tonight. I can dye my hair NOW instead of waiting, and I can park in our parking space. Huzzah. *sighs* I should have planned on going to the Faire. I'm not sure if I'm going to have time.
Now, to go move my car, and start my dyeing process. I don't mind the reddish purplish black it's been, but I want jet black back. I still want a haircut, but I'm willing to wait until after I get the car fixed and bills paid. I think I'm going to write some more later, on my tarot reading and other things going on, in a friends only.
