What don't I feel fabulous?

The sun is shining and there's enough of a little breeze to feel really nice.

I also am wearing some hot ass pink and purple eyeshadow that looks damn good.

I'm in a mostly comfortable outfit. Jeans, double row pyramid stud belt, beater style tank top with safety pins along the top, hoody.

My hair is clean and soft.

I also just started some tasty French Press coffee.

And I am very consciously trying to feel good. Without reserve or cranky.

Granted, it's been hard going today for some reason but I'm working on it. I think most of my persistently dark mood is (as usual) financial worry. I also kind of hate that I've become that grown up.

I remember years ago when I got a job that paid 8$ an hour I thought that was serious big pimpin. Ahh to be a little irresponsible and still pay the bills. I mourn thee oh my misspent youth.

However I am trying, (no seriously) to look up.

Part of the problem is reigning in my rampant ambitions. There are SO many things I want to start doing. Most of them revolve around crafting and DIY clothing. However it will take time and patience. The latter isn't something I posses in overlarge amounts.

What do I want to do?

I want to make strange clothes. Pin up clothes, fairy princess clothes. I want to make myself purses.

I want to make fairy wings.

I want to make myself corsets.

Huge voluminous taffeta fluffy skirts that I will wear with purple chucks and a Tshirt that says, "Go Screw" or something.

What I'm doing here is making a tangible promise to myself. Call it visualizing or whatever you like. All I know is that if I keep these things right in my top brain, right where my heart can tug on them and mold them I won't just give up.

Giving up is very tempting. It's hard not to just say, "Fuck it I'm poor and don't get to have hobbies" but I'm trying.

I do have one project I can start. I can fix up my poor broken Goddess bag to use for summertime. Hrm..note to self scavenge closet for good straps.

That's all I think.

Homo Out.

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First day of the rest of um..07

It makes me a little cranky that so much stuff I like is coming out of Asia and the stuff is just not made for short n busty such as myself.

I am getting over it.

Note to self I need a stiff angled eyeshadow brush to try out my new pigment so I don't make a mess. Did I mention that here that I bought my first M.A.C pigment sample? Yes I finally went ahead and did it.

So Ebay is the greatest thing EVAR for folks like me who have M.A.C tastes and Wet N Wild budgets.

My next purchase is probably going to be Urban Decay Primer Potion, well at least a sample on it so see how well it works for the dark skin since NOBODY at that fucking company (Urban Decay not Sephora) could take the two seconds to answer the question I emailed them numerous times. Fuck em.

I'm also considering going ahead and getting some Ben Nye Eyeshadows which are fabulous.

I also need to get myself a how to video from Bare Escentuals so I can use my bare minerals in a better fashion. Hrm. Fuckers.

I also still need a proper kabuki brush. Note to self bid your ASS off on the Ebay for one of those mmkay.

Hot damn almost time to leave work.

So yeah.

This year, I am obsessed with feeling and being fabulous. That is my sort of uh..resolution I suppose.

FABULOUS!

Seriously.

And no, not fucking Fabulosity a la Ms. Simmons. Screw you lady, you did NOT invent fabulous. Pardon me there, I haven't read the book but everytime I've seen her speak it's made me cringe for various reasons.

So I'm sticking with my drag queenish FABULOUS!

I am SO gay.

Homo Out.

Oh yeah does anyone know if these label things are blogger's version of tags?

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