rising sagittarius sun scorpio moon gemini
I like to write, because I suck at verbalizing shit.
get to know me;
facebook.
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I have to remind myself to do this sometimes. You know, with being in a relationship and all.
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I am indeed Hispanic. I’m also Native, Irish & French Canadian. AKA half hairy half naked! Haha eh my arms are hairy as balls and my armpits have none. Go figure. Legs are normal, same with the lady parts. I shave. That’s my solution and I moisturizer like crazy. I’ve been told numerous times that my skin is silky smooth despite having to shave religiously. Nothing against hairy folks but personally I hate hate hate hair on my body. I hope this helps :) if you want a list of the products I use I’ll be more than glad to share
1. Laughter is contagious. It not only makes people who laugh feel better, but also those who laugh with them.
2. Laughter triggers the release of endorphins, the body’s natural painkillers, and produces a general sense of well-being.
3. Laughter generally…
No wonder I laugh all the time haha :D
Natural make up!
Products used:
Face: Mac Prep + Prim, Mac Matchmaster Foundation.
Cheeks: Mac Bronzer in SuperB, Stila “Dream In Full Color Palette” #26 Coral (for blush) & #21 Sizzle.
Eyes: Mac “Bare Study”, Bare Minerals Duo “The Top Shelf” (mixologist)
Eyebrows: Estee Lauder “06 Dark Brown”, Smashbox Brow Tech Wax, Make Up Forever “No. 4”.
Lips: Bite “Madeira”
I haven’t slept that good since… forever!
It feels good waking up late. Now, to begin my day.
What to do? What to do? Hmm.
Maybe make myself some bacon! because everybody loves bacon!
OR
put on some clothes, because I can’t freely walk around naked
in this house :/
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I want them aaaaaalllllll. I’m obsessed with colored denim.
coloreees!
I need those red ones.
inventory at 5AM.
mutha fuckin 5 AM
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Just saw a chick with two ferrets on a leash. My life is complete!
I quit.
Give up.
Stopped trying.
Ah…
Defeat.
Succumbing to the easy escape route I’ve always accustomed myself to.
It’s better this way.
In the moment.
You know, to be left alone.
Sorry for the sappyness.
On the bright side, a lady gave me her latte because the barista gave her a brand new one, then to spread the karma I gave it to my favorite person ever. She then gave it to someone else who savored every last drop.