Merry Christmas!
Do you want to know something funny? Obviously, today is not a true celebration of the birth date of Jesus of Nazareth; I think most scholars agree that he was born sometime in April, most likely the 17th. I know someone who I guess shares his birthday with Christ, and it's unsettling if I think of it that way. I want to think that Christ is better than that.
I'm wearing this particular Sephora lipstick that is amazing! I underestimated this tube of lipstick because it isn't typically the type of lipstick I do use--I like matte natural shades, mostly from Elizabeth Arden, MAC, and Revlon (surprisingly). However, the holidays warrant more festive makeup and festive eating habits, and I have not been in any way, shape, or form an exception to this; I am gorging on my fair share of cookies and tamales, and the red lipstick guarantees that I complete these gluttonous tasks with the utmost style. But this is also highly problematic because no one wants red smeared across the face (unless you're my step-niece, she's been begging me to smooch her so she can look like a rosy Rudolph). This lipstick from the regular Sephora line does the job--I've been eating and drinking all day and I have yet the need for an application. I would recommend it; I don't remember the exact shade, but it's a rosy, deep red with a cool tonality to it.
I just started some stencil work for my older brother and am thinking of selling him the finished piece--he got everyone gifts except me and my stepmom (but she specifically asked for none, and I'm a bit perplexed about why I am excluded; I hate when my brothers both get jealous of me) so I think it only reasonable to sell him my work. Am I terrible?
My mom is kind of terrible. Every year, it's tradition for my little brother, mom, and I to visit one of the RV parks here in town; the old folks usually flock in from northern states and Canada to escape the cold, and they turn the entire park into a Winter Wonderland, complete with a plethora of lights, ornaments, music and real-life Santa Clauses! I have a complex, a paranoia of sorts: I cannot tolerate meeting people I don't know in a private setting. It HAS to be in public because then I have a fear that they'll murder me and justify to the police that it was only self-defense in their home. It's a set up. So when my mother got off the car at a mobile home near the far end, knocked on the door, and then proceeded to gather up my little brother and I, I of course freaked. Apparently, the old couple in there was willing to meet us for some strange reason. They were Canadians. The old man, Moe, made me stifle a laugh as he said, "Tell us a bit a-BOOT yourselves, eh?" They were sweet, but I couldn't believe we were spending Christmas Eve with a strange, elderly couple from Toronto. Life's full of syrupy maple leaves, eh?
"M", the guy I've been talking about, sent me a picture of himself with his twin brother wearing gaudy, terrible holiday sweaters. I might have to take a hiatus from talking to him, that shit cray. I love gaudy sweaters--I had at least three Cosby sweaters in high school! But holiday sweaters, for whatever reason, make me twitch with disapproval.
An interesting development: I found out that my older brother suffers from an eating disorder! Nobody noticed it but I am able to find out the causation for an action, and this has been years coming. My brother works out, but still eats terribly--it's the stuff of legend, he's a terrible eater! He can eat a LOT. And he readily admits that he does, but he has no intentions of stopping. He stays in shape by working out, but I also realized that he consumes inappropriate amounts of PRUNE JUICE. He's obsessed with the stuff, and I never noticed the severity until I opened up the refrigerator to my dad's kitchen and saw three huge containers of prune juice; no one needs that much prune juice, ever (at least chilling in the fridge at the same time). It also has inordinate amounts of potassium in one serving alone, and he gulps that shit down! So, in a nutshell: my older brother binges. He eats more than three people combined and flushes it out with prune juice. He's in his early/mid-twenties, he doesn't need the assistance of prune juice, for Christ's sake!
Well, that's it for today. I could write more about love and life, but I need to cool down on that aspect of my life...it's hard sometimes, but it's not entirely important. I'm, in all honesty, bored here at home. There's nothing to do except the daily rounds with family and a minute amount of friends that didn't alienate me with their betrayal, but whatever.
Speaking of which, I met up with six of best high school girlfriends for our annual holiday potluck and I forgot how much I missed those girls. Sasha, you need to meet my Cloudy One. I think you two are soul mates.
-Bey #8
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