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If I wasn't already aware, it's MONDAY.
Welcome back to class, bitches.
I arrived at class this morning and this girl is all "OMG, you look like SHIT! You're all broken out!" No shit, chica. See, I break out when I'm stressed and comps = stress. And it's not really like Sephora makes concealer in PURPLE. (actually, they do, to combat redness, but that doesn't help me).
It doesn't help that this girl is like, FLAWLESS. I think she sold her soul to the devil. That's the only explanation. Too bad she's not the brightest lightbulb. I might cut a bitch before the day is over and it's barely 10am.
Someone send coffee. Stat.
I arrived at class this morning and this girl is all "OMG, you look like SHIT! You're all broken out!" No shit, chica. See, I break out when I'm stressed and comps = stress. And it's not really like Sephora makes concealer in PURPLE. (actually, they do, to combat redness, but that doesn't help me).
It doesn't help that this girl is like, FLAWLESS. I think she sold her soul to the devil. That's the only explanation. Too bad she's not the brightest lightbulb. I might cut a bitch before the day is over and it's barely 10am.
Someone send coffee. Stat.