Things you might read about here: food, animals, my amusing tendency to be struck by odd ailments, and how cute my boyfriend is. You've been warned.
My Neuroses For Your Entertainment
If I have things you need to borrow
For no one can fill those of your needs
That you won’t let show”
Starbucks barista gets my shirt, writes awesome name on cup. I like this moniker. ALL HAIL MADAM GIRAFFE!
The scene in which Gruber and McClane meet was inserted into the script after Alan Rickman (Hans Gruber) was found to be proficient at mimicking American accents. The filmmakers had been looking for a way to have the two characters meet prior to the climax and capitalized on Rickman’s talent.
Die Hard (1988)
Guns that shoot red paint
Clay. Bill Clay.
Because Alan Rickman.
In the car on the way to work this morning I finally decided to bust out the High Beam highlighter by Benefit I won in a fabulous give away from Behind the Scenes Beauty here on tumblr.
I’ve always wanted this product, but been too cheap to invest in this highlighter myself because shimmer eye shadow from drugstores are cheap alternative and I’m thrify. But so far into the day, I can attest that the Benefit highlighter has much greater staying power. No surprise there. It’s basically a stain and a little goes a long way. So if you’re thinking of buying it (I am), you really do get bang for your buck.
In this photo I have the highlighter on my cheekbones, right under my brow, and in the inner corner of my eyelid. (I am also in the car with awful lighting taking a photo with my iphone. Sorry.) Next time, instead of dotting it on and smearing it with my fingers, I think I might dot it on and then use a make up brush or q-tip to spread it over the smaller areas. This is only because I have giant hands and fingers that turned out to be not so precise. You who have dainty fingers should be fine.
If you haven’t checked out Behind the Scenes Beauty on tumblr, yet, you really should. The girl who runs it is an adorable, wonderful human being who works in wardrobe and beauty in the context of live theatre and of course her everyday waking life as a normal human being. She’s super creative and could make you look beautiful with some scrap fabric, lip gloss, a pair of tweezers, and of course, some bobby pins.
I demand you love her immediately.
Me: sang a song to myself about what it would be like to be a bunny rabbit. feeling better
Her: I can totally see how that would make you feel better
Me: but now I wish I was a bunny. I'm all scrunched over my keyboard like a bunny
Her: but don't you always kind of wish you were a bunny?
Me: yes. or a pony.
Her: you are so a small horse.
