The best lipgloss is
April 29th, 2008Dior Ultra Addict Plastic Gloss. It’s sooooo shiny but not in a crazy hooker way, in a “wow, something amazing is happening where now your mouth looks like a picture in a magazine it’s so appealing and sexy” way.
It occurred to me to tell you, my readers, this while I was driving to work today at 90mph all freaked out on fair trade coffee, racing the other yuppies in our European sports cars. Life is weird, isn’t it?
I saw an old friend, Victor Krummenacher, the other day, and we were commiserating re: having the 80-hour workweeks and trying to go to the goddamn gym and trying to do motherfucking errands and all that crap, and I was like, “Pound me dude! We made it!” (Pound meaning the thing where you touch a person’s fist with your own fist in a sign of “right on” solidarity.) Because we both have good jobs and yet…here we are all harried and dashing around and feeling worn out.
I think midlife crises have to do with a number of factors, one of which is just tiredness from the job you worked 20 years to claw your way into, and another factor is maybe our brains just aren’t making enough happy serums to keep us feeling fresh and content. I’m not admitting to a midlife crisis. Yet.


