Summertime, a wonderful abyss of time in between school years. Typically spent at the beach and vacationing by teens and young adults who have the luxury. I do not have that luxury and have been working/bracing myself for the start of summer training. A few days ago I was hoping that my contributions could be simply emailed into work, such naive hope. Unexpecting and unprepared I arrived at work looking like:
a solid “post-rehab Lindsay Lohan” on the hotme$$-o-meter. To remedy this appearance I sent mascara and moisturizer to war against my face (que Lord of the Rings action music). And viola! All prim and proper and professional:
Keeping the mess at bay ladies and gentlemen. Applause is welcomed.
And I’m like,
courtesy of foxycoxy
it is really going to suck
trying going lightweight.