Guess who’s got two thumbs and a penchant for not following through? This guy.
To quickly recap, I’m still in Germany, still married to the military, still purchasing way too many shades of red lipstick, still constantly dyeing my hair.
Oh, but Charming and I adopted a black kitten that we named Dash. Then we found out he was actually a panther. Oops.
What is it about certain situations that makes you apply makeup like war paint?
Why, do you ask? I just put down my deposit for a Celeste Giuliano photo shoot! !!!!! That’s right, soon this gal
Will be working with the BEST pin up photographer in the known universe. Except maybe Neptune. That’s one sexy extra terrestrial object, so obviously their photographers are top notch.
Check out her work… and drool over it at celestegiuliano.com. I’ve never seen better work, and two of my three best friends model professionally.
I don’t think I can fully express how excited I am for this. Maybe this will show that the pin-up life is for me. I hope so. I’m shit at geography, so there isn’t much else I would be good at.
I’ll keep you lovelies up to date because I’m vain as fuck. I love you all!
Now back to the wine.
~Ellee
So, my laptop is on its way out. It’s impressive, though, since it has lasted for four years. As someone whose super power is being a human EMP, that is quite the achievement. Now, the keyboard is jacked (my fault since I type with purpose) and the space bar only works half of the time. Even typing this post is driving me to drink.
I’m looking up reviews of different computers/tablets/whatever and realizing I have NO IDEA what I’m doing. How do I make myself feel better? Play with makeup, of course!
I’m really good at looking at the camera like a deer in headlights.
Much like Moses’s quest for the promised land, I find myself on an epic quest to find the perfect bra. This has been happening for years, and I can only hope I don’t end up in the desert with a golden calf.
I have learned many things during this. First and most importantly, Victoria’s secret straight up lies to you. They want you to buy one of their bras, but they only have limited sizes. When I went to see if they had anything for me, they tried to say I’m a 34C. I’m 30F. Shade thrown. But let’s be real, no one buys Victoria’s Secret bras to wear them for any length of time. That’s the only logical explanation I can come up with for bedazzling lingerie.
It’s hard to measure yourself, so get a friend to help. Think of it as a bonding exercise. I asked Charming to measure me, however it just turned into him bewildered at what goes into women’s clothing. Oh honey, you don’t even know. Continue reading
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