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Varying degrees of hope.
[2008-03-19]
Today something happened that I had been foolish enough to believe would NEVER happen to me. (Disclaimer: There were no appendages involved this time.)

For the last um, decade of my life or so, i've been merrily sailing through life, washing my face with plain old soap, (and The Soap too before it went all underground or whatever) and it always looked pretty good, give or take a few pimples. I've always looked about 8 years younger than I am. Until this morning.

Somehow overnight, I turned into an old hag. WTF?????? How does that shit sneak up on you? Yesterday my skin looked dewy and fresh! But as I was brushing my teeth this morning, I noticed that I looked somehow...off. Not quite right. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and leaned in for a better look. I saw ashy, rough, old looking skin. All. Over. My. Face. Little bumps, hard dry patches, the works. I swore and cursed and dug through my stuff for a Philosophy skin care set I had stashed away that I had been meaning to try. I washed my face with something called Purity (!?) and put several types of hope all over my face. Apparently Hope comes in both Tube and Jar form...who knew? I think I was a little too hopeful because now I am all shiny. I hope (HA!) that this stuff works and it's not just high end skincare pimpage because I can't be looking like this in PUBLIC.