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For the love of all that is pretty in the world, is it too much to ask that one day at work go by without some semi-major to major disaster? Just one freaking day without a fire to put out. One.Damn.Day. Gray matter hurt so much. My mini-vacation seems so far away.
On the other hand, I may have discovered a magical tube of makeup. I've been squeezing the absolute bottom of the barrel out of a tube for well over a month now, and it keeps on giving. And I'm talking toothpaste-rolled, all the way to the top, blood-from-a-stone type squeezing, but it never seems to end. Granted, I don't wear a lot of makeup, but still. It's like the loaves and fishes, but with liquid foundation.
On the other hand, I may have discovered a magical tube of makeup. I've been squeezing the absolute bottom of the barrel out of a tube for well over a month now, and it keeps on giving. And I'm talking toothpaste-rolled, all the way to the top, blood-from-a-stone type squeezing, but it never seems to end. Granted, I don't wear a lot of makeup, but still. It's like the loaves and fishes, but with liquid foundation.