The fates are either trying to tell me to switch my shade of lipstick or to give up on make up altogether. Since Friday I've managed to lose two tubes of Paula Dorf Havana. Now, I know Bryce wasn't really a fan, but I liked the color. However, I can't afford to buy another tube of it. I need to embrace the cheap and realize that the make up counter is just out to get my money.

This bought of shallowness brought to you by four hours of sleep, immediately followed by four hours of driving. I need dinner and a nap. I also need some one to come with me to the Ozomatli show.