Foxification Project

First, the haircut. It fucking rocks. It's super asymmetrical, and my tiny head, which tends to look cartoonishly round, now looks much closer to elegantly oval.

Next, the face. I've had my current glasses for 5 or so years now, and I like them still, but I don't think there's any harm in updating my look. Steve is going to accompany me on a glasses shopping expedition tomorrow. I'll get him to take photos, and if we can't decide between the two of us, I'll post the photos. I find glasses shopping as overwhelming as shopping for sheets. I mean, it's an important decision. It's the first thing people will see about me, whether they notice them or not. I will wear them more than anything else I own for the next half-decade. God. I am filled with dread. I am convinced I will make the wrong decision.

Also, weirdly, I bought make up. I can't even explain that. I went to MAC, where I ended up standing in front of the foundation like a deer in the headlights hoping simultaneously that someone would finally rescue me and hoping that no one would notice me. Someone did rescue me, someone with very purple eyelids, and when I said "UmIdon'treallywearmakeupexceptforsometimesandthenuh." she took a deep breath and peppered me with flummoxing questions like "What do you want your mascara to do?" and "Would you prefer the regular powder or the mineralized powder?" I stood awkwardly around while she swept and painted me, and then I said yes and pulled out my credit card.

Fuck you, heartbreak. Yeah.