Being a smartass is frustrating work

The entire month of February, my sleep schedule has been screwed. I sleep three hours, stay awake ten, sleep three more. I go to bed when everyone else (except Tim) is waking up, sleep during the daylight hours, etc. And it shows on my tired face.

Earlier, I was thinking how I look like hammered wolf crap. And I decided to take a picture before and after makeup to taunt FARB with advice about how concealer is our friend.

Sadly, the photo WITHOUT makeup looked better than the one with makeup, so I kept deleting and reshooting the made-up picture. And then I accidentally deleted the unmade-up picture.

Clearly, I am meant to taunt FARB another day.

Statistically speaking…

I don’t know how many people read my Live Journal, but I know a number of them are straight women. The ones who’ve commented or e-mailed and who have journals and blogs of their own that I can read show all the signs of being enlightened, intelligent women. So this post is not directed at them, but at any other straight women who happen to stumble across my LJ in whatever ways that happens.
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