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What kind of fucking goddamn mascara do you wear? I have had it BEYOND up to here with buying a new kind of "waterproof" mascara and then going to the bathroom at lunch and seeing it all below my eyes, raccoon-style. Did the chemical makeup of my eyelashes change? What the fuck is happening. Tell me what kind of mascara you wear and if it rubs off under your eyes in 4 hours.
In other news, here is my embarrassing confession for the month: this video, featuring the inside of ZQ's house, is totally my inspiration for getting rid of shit these days.
Relatedly: I got a mysterious request from the bear to follow me on google reader--mysterious because he hasn't logged in to his gmail account for weeks and has no intention of using reader. "PHEW," I said. "It's just as well," I said, "It's pretty much just pictures of Zachary Quinto."
Bear: *shrugs*
Me: HE'S SO CUUUUUUUTE*.
Bear: Okay.
RELATEDLY, after I saw that picture of ZQ tooling around on his bike, I was like, uh, is that a Bianchi? And if so, isn't that a really expensive bike to just be cruising around to the coffee shop on? I consulted with the bear, a genuine bicycle expert, who confirmed a) yes, those bikes are quite pricey; and b) ZQ is probably riding it because the hipsters are all into those old Italian bikes the way they're all into fixies and shit.
ZQ: HIPSTER. YOU HEARD IT FROM MY HUSBAND. BASED ON A BICYCLE.
*"Cute" is tenuously incorrect, but ZQ is COMPLICATED and it's hard to say what's best here.
What kind of fucking goddamn mascara do you wear? I have had it BEYOND up to here with buying a new kind of "waterproof" mascara and then going to the bathroom at lunch and seeing it all below my eyes, raccoon-style. Did the chemical makeup of my eyelashes change? What the fuck is happening. Tell me what kind of mascara you wear and if it rubs off under your eyes in 4 hours.
In other news, here is my embarrassing confession for the month: this video, featuring the inside of ZQ's house, is totally my inspiration for getting rid of shit these days.
Relatedly: I got a mysterious request from the bear to follow me on google reader--mysterious because he hasn't logged in to his gmail account for weeks and has no intention of using reader. "PHEW," I said. "It's just as well," I said, "It's pretty much just pictures of Zachary Quinto."
Bear: *shrugs*
Me: HE'S SO CUUUUUUUTE*.
Bear: Okay.
RELATEDLY, after I saw that picture of ZQ tooling around on his bike, I was like, uh, is that a Bianchi? And if so, isn't that a really expensive bike to just be cruising around to the coffee shop on? I consulted with the bear, a genuine bicycle expert, who confirmed a) yes, those bikes are quite pricey; and b) ZQ is probably riding it because the hipsters are all into those old Italian bikes the way they're all into fixies and shit.
ZQ: HIPSTER. YOU HEARD IT FROM MY HUSBAND. BASED ON A BICYCLE.
*"Cute" is tenuously incorrect, but ZQ is COMPLICATED and it's hard to say what's best here.