Nothing Exceeds like Excess

Yeah yeah, I set up a new space and then completely abandon it after only two posts. I never said I was the queen of consistency.

I am, however, at least the Dutchess of excess. I'm ridiculous. I haven't been able to stop myself from shopping online over the last couple weeks. It just feels so good to get mail that's not a bill. "Oh, those people at Sephora.com must really love me! Look at these fabulous gifts!"

I'm easily enticed by sephora.com's samples. Last week's deal was seven different eye products, free with your purchase of $25 or more. Spending $25...hell, spending $250 at Sephora is really easy. So, I decided to partake in the special, and I bought...oh I bought the whole fucking store over the last two weeks. I got new mascara (because the ten I own are unsatisfactory...gotta keep trying); I got a lip gloss pencil in bronze; I got some new eyeshadow in Midnight Cowgirl and Acid Rain; and I got some glitter eyeliner because glitter makes everything more fun.

Oh, and it doesn't end there. I found a gorgeous, plum, silk top to go with my linen pants for Agi's wedding, but I'll be damned if I wore flip flops with it. I figured a pair of gold lamme' flats would be quite lovely, so I searched around and found these bad boys. I sure hope the mary jane strap will fit over my swollen-ass foot.

I would be remiss if I didn't mention the glut of books. I don't want to go into detail because I'm kind of ashamed now that I've written it all down.

Speaking of ashamed, I can't really look at myself in the mirror because of my lunch. Bask in the glory of the Loaded Steakhouse Burger from Burger King.



I call it the Shameburger because that is the only emotion I can register after consuming that greasy, salty, trans-fatty monstrosity.

It was good though.

Really good.

Quadruple bypass good.

I'm going to stop slacking right now and get back to work! Chop chop! Hear that whip a crackin'! Need to make some money so I can support my make-up and ridiculous burger habits.