Life is funny. Like, last week I realized that the mascara I was wearing pooled under my eyes, making me look like a heroin addict instead of a fine, upstanding young slut. I complained about it to my friends, and Anne said, "What, you mean your porno mascara?" I was intrigued by the reference. Then, I spied a shiny thing.
A few days later I was absentmindedly killing time by typing in the names of comedy writers I admire into Google, the goal being to see how they managed to build a career from the ground up, so that I could look at that and waste time sitting on my lazy ass thinking about doing something rather than, oh, I don't know, being mature and proactive and writing a packet or some such nonsense. Somehow, from a search on Scott Aukerman, I got to a girl's blog who talked in depth about being the costumer on porno shoots. She told a pretty funny story about how, when she was working on one shoot, the makeup artist did too much coke in the bathroom. As a result of being so hopped up, the make up artist then neglected to use waterproof masacara on the actresses who were to be shot. Since this was an all girl orgy scene in a hot tob, the results were disastrous. Hi-jinx did ensue! LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I thought about this coincidence yesterday when I was buying waterproof Great Lash by Maybelline at the Rite Aid on Smith Street. The I came home and put the muzzle of gun in my mouth.
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and then you wrote a suicide note in Black Noir.
I think I need to add suicide via self-inflicted gunshot the the head to my "What I Think Is Funny" post.
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