After reading the many thoughtful replies all of you LJers have posted in response to my
last entry, I have decided to compromise.
While I will not pay $1,000 for putting acid on my face (which I hear they do for free in those lovely countries where women are stoned to death just for having an opinion) I think I will get some spa treatments done, as well as hiring a pro to do my makeup.
I'm sure the spa ladies will collectively gasp in horror when they see my cuticles, my pores, my feet, and my split ends, but fuck 'em. I'm their problem now.
MUHWAHAHHAHAHA!!!
In other news, the old missing: lineup rehearsed tonight for the first time in over 10 years. Nice to know that we're all about 40 and still a bunch of FUCKING RETARDS. But (for those of you coming to the show) if you have even half as much fun as we're going to have, you'd better get yourselves a designated driver. 'Cuz I almost crashed my fucking car laughing my ass off on the way home.
"When we started this band
all we needed, needed was a laugh
years've gone by and I'd say we kicked some ass
when I'm enraged
or hittin' the stage
adrenaline rushin' through my veins
and I'd say
we are *still* kickin' ass!"
\m/