Photos show that I was much more rumpled today than previously estimated. High rumple rates observed upon reviewal of the data! (I am frankly shocked that "reviewal" is not widely recognized as a legitimate word. Or at all recognized.) Writing "rumple" makes me think of Horace Slughorn from Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Here's a fan-made illustration that demonstrates what I mean:
// Abigail Larson //
In other fancy news, I have a promising date tomorrow, with a guy who describes his life thusly: "I'm a student with two jobs raising a little girl by myself. In my spare time I sleep." His occupations sound a thousand times more high-key and noble than mine, but that's probably okay. The reason I bring this up is that despite my predilection for older men, I've never gone out with someone who's a dad, so that might be weird. Any tips, in case it goes well?
My recent excursions into the land of eyeshadow have been inspired by Brightest Bulb In the Box, The Painted Rogue, Unpack the Box, and Matte Kat (in order of when I encountered them). Makeup blogs make me wanna up my makeup game! Although, to be precise, Unpack the Box is not just about cosmetics. I have a mighty love of quirky subscription descriptions.