Friday, July 18, 2008

public enemy No. 1 & recommendations

I hate insurance. It is without a doubt my least favorite adult thing. And that includes cleaning bathrooms and paying rent and balancing checkbooks...

Insurance companies have so many ways of getting around actually covering you, especially when you really need it. Even talking to countless people and sorting through forests worth of documents, dates never match up, coverage is not clear, and the nice women at the other end are never helpful enough. I'm smarter than the average bear and it seriously pisses me off that I can't figure this crap out.

I understood all the wording in the legal paperwork I've filled out lately, why then, does insurance still bask in its shroud of mystery? Grrr... (all I can do is cross my fingers and not get hurt doing anything)


On a more positive note...


Those who know me, have experienced my love of makeup. I don't know what it is, but I am enamored of basically the whole industry.


For those of you who know me, you are also aware that I wear much less of it than others who proclaim to love the stuff. I don't even wear it to work every day. I am as erratic in my donning of makeup as insurance is in their coverage.


My friend Danielle once said that I approach makeup as I do most everything else in my life. I walk down the aisle and if it catches my eye I buy it and wear it. It was a disjointed and schizophrenic road to finding things I liked and looked good in.


I've come to accept that I have a little Drag Queen in me and it is expressed through my love of garish eyeshadow. (moment of relish) But I've also come to accept that it is not always appropriate to display my affection outwardly... sigh.


It must be said, however, that nothing brings out my inner diva like mascara. I am rarely seen without it. I have probably gone through literally a hundred tubes of it since middle school. Back then, it was colored; silver, orange, green. Delicious.


Now my mascara means business. The blacker the better. And my new favorite for length, definition, volume, and (shockingly) overall lash health is Smashbox Bionic Mascara. So named because it claims to have ionic technology. Something about positively charged ions in the mascara and negatively charged ions in the friction of applying it. Opposites attract and voila, fierce. All I know is my lashes have never looked better and I highly recommend it to everyone.

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