OMG someone could have told me my eye liner and mascara had smudged half way down my face. I mean spectacularly. Like I'd got a black crayon and just scribbled on my face. Like I was some demented chimney sweep urchin/goth/teen experimenting with makeup. I effing sat there for four hours at after work do looking like that till "three-sided hell mirror" shocked me with my reflection.
And Max, I know when you get pissed it all just spills out of you, but seriously, I can't believe you introduced me to the girl who I'm going away with for work (who happens to be a lesbian) by telling her I was terrified I'd have to share a room with her- Jesus.
XX chromosome bearing, thirty year old, hybrid of ethnicities, reluctant scientist, new Londoner seeking curl definition, fat-free chocolate and happiness.
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