Don't Worry About the Fallout... *PFFFF*
Click to viewI feel like this sometimes when I walk out of the house after doing my makeup... sometimes.
... I like the buttons.
I'm getting ready for my friend's sweet sixteen in the afternoon, so I've been watching some Michelle Phan videos trying to figure out what kind of makeup would be nice with what I've got... which actually isn't much. I didn't have much time after I finished my friend's skirt (Which came out pretty nice for a rush job of only a few hours) and Kegan's face was still blank. She wanted me to bring him so I slapped a squick quick faceup on him. It's meh. I'm probably going to wipe it again later. Bottom lashes in red=fail. At least he looks nice enough for me to take him out and not be embarrassed. I just have to find his pants now... I think I left them with his masculinity...
... fuck, I'll never find them now.