Happy New Year, y’all! Today was my first full day back at both work and home since the 23rd, and it hurts. I don’t miss living out of a suitcase, but sleeping in and watching trashy reality TV all the live-long day? It’s a sad break-up. Goodbye, lazy days. I will think back on our time together fondly and promise not to cry. Well, maybe just a single tear, because that’s stoic and vulnerable and badass all at the same time.
While I did spend more money than I ever wanted to during my holiday break, I surprisingly did not go crazy on the beauty junk. I only bought one cosmetic, and that was Maybelline Baby Lips lip balm:
After seeing commercial on top of commercial promising 8-hour moisturizing and lip renewal, I had to try it. My lips get hella dry and chapped, which leads me to picking at them, which eventually gives the appearance that I’ve been doing hard drugs or am just depressingly sick. Gross, I know. So I jumped at the chance to grab a product that promised to make them look better after at least a week.
My verdict? It’s pretty good lip balm. It does provide long-lasting moisture, but I don’t think it’s a full 8 hours, especially if you’re planning on eating or drinking anything within those 8 hours. I had to reapply twice today during work, but considering I work a typical 9-5 schedule, that really isn’t that bad of a track record. And my lips do feel smoother. I do have to go on record, however, and say the best moisturizer for your skin and lips is water. Seriously: DRINK MORE WATER. Otherwise, no skin or lip moisturizer is worth a hill of beans. I know, I know, water is so bland, and much less flavorful and exciting than Coke or Pepsi or whatever, but whatever you have to do, whether it’s put lemon juice or Crystal Light in that shit, DO IT. I didn’t notice the difference until I started drinking it more, and on days when I’m dehydrated, I can definitely tell. And there was one day during my holiday break where I drank hardly any water, and I was reapplying this lip balm every hour it felt like. And, really, expecting any cosmetic to give you the same results as hydrating properly is just asking too much of it. Drink. More. Water.
Okay, I’m getting off my soapbox now. But while we’re on the subject of cosmetics, remember the Victoria’s Secret Face Prime primer/makeup setting spray I mentioned in my last beauty junk round-up post? It is even more amazeballs than I originally thought. My sister and I put it to the ultimate test New Year’s Eve when we went to the club and danced up a sweat. At the end of the evening, our makeup still looked freshly applied, and that was after a good 3-3 1/2 hours of hard dancing. This little miracle should be a staple in every woman’s makeup bag. Seriously, pay the twelve bucks and getchu some.
As previously mentioned, I spent a lot of time in front of the idiot box this holiday season. One show my sister introduced me to scared me so hard, I deleted my OKCupid profile and I couldn’t sleep after watching it. That show is A&E’s Panic 9-1-1. Basically, this show plays real 911 calls and reenacts them, but it showcases the craziest calls. One of the calls was this woman who lived alone (!) with her eight year-old son. She and her son are hiding in her bedroom closet because they hear this guy who calls himself Buddy break into her apartment. It turns out that Buddy lives in her apartment complex (!!) and has been watching her every move for two months (!!!). So you hear her on the phone all freaked out, and she has a gun, but ends up putting it down on the floor and away from her because the dispatcher tells her to (police were in her complex) and then she’s screaming and drops the phone because Buddy fucking grabs her and you can hear him say in the background, “You’e a part of me” and “I’m going to get real nasty with you for awhile” and then you hear the cops bust in and apprehend him. It is chilling as shit. See for yourself:
The show is an hour long, and there are around 3-4 calls showcased. And we watched three episodes on demand. Three full hours of being scared shitless. So yeah, I totes deleted my online dating profile. I know you can meet dangerous men and creepos anywhere at any time and it’s not just limited solely to online dating, but I figure, why increase my chances? Last thing I need is to be hiding in my bedroom closet because some cuckoo bird I met online decides he wants to wear my skin or make a Mardi Gras headdress out of my face or something. No, I think I’ll stick to meeting weirdos in real life and just invest in some mace, thank you very much. Or a gun. Or at least sleep with a knife under my pillow.
Mommy, hold me.
Note: I am not affiliated with maybelline or victoria’s secret and am not being compensated to talk about their products. i just like cosmetics.