Dear Mom,
You’re always telling me to put something on my lips so I don’t look so pale. Usually I go, yeah, yeah, I will, but think to myself later, ‘No way! What if I want to eat something? Or sip something? Stuff on my lips could really cramp my style.’ But this morning, upon donning my “face” I realized I could be doing more. My lips were begging for a loving application.
‘And fuck, I do look pale!’ (That’s what I said.)
Not to mention I have a lovely bright orange lipstick sitting in my makeup case. It was a freebie I got for buying the one thing I do consider essential: concealer. Anyway, at the time I wasn’t even excited about the free lipstick. Bright orange is an old lady color, right? But this morning, having suffered a night-time of vertigo and vomit, I am feeling less picky. In fact, I’m wearing two shades of bright orange as we speak. Bright orange lipstick could only enhance…everything. And If it will make me look better than half-dead, I’m in.
Maybe I’ll even get a case for my bright orange lipstick. A case with a mirror. And make it a regular event in my day. Pulling out the case. A careful application. A final teeth inspection. Oh, I’ve watched you, women. I know how it’s done.
Okay, Mom. I’ll let you know, when I have another important thought. I’ll say it in a letter probably. Over the internet.
Love Rebecca
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As I read this I thought cool, then wow. At the same time I realize that I really want to give you a hug. Finally I just want to see the orange lipstick with the big sunny Rebecca smile behind it.
Some side notes, I love how you filed this entry category. Maybe one day I can be one. The google adds are sometimes inappropriately funny, not sure how they pick them but what the hey. Forgive the random poetry, just feel comfortable in your electronic medium.
well, I love your lipstick, but continuing on the theme of “fuck”; fuck, a mouse just ran through the dining room and it doesn’t even hav the decency to dissolve under a door or eat some poison. Now it is in the kitchen making f%#*ing noises.. taunting… applying lipstick maybe….banging into things….now what?
I shall go nuzzle my congested son.
by the way, are you the sole moderator, or do you have, like a panel, or a board, or something? Have you turned many down?
I didn’t notice the orange today – did we give up so quickly little girl?
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