When it’s not cool for ur lipgloss to be poppin’.
—when strolling down the street in the beautiful sunshine and brownstone lined streets of Bed-Stuy….
The birds are chirping, the flowers are lovely and blooming in everyones front garden, you’re having a wack, wack awful day.. but the Al Green in your headphones is actually making things just a little better..
Oh look!! A butterfly.. you reach out your hand and… omg. it lands on your finger..
You half expect a deer and a raccoon to come out and sway along to the tunes with you.
The butterfly gently lifts off into flight, you look to the sunshine and smile as it disappears around a tall tree gently swaying in the breeze.
It’s all gonna be ok.. you think.. you start walking again, a bit more strut in your gait..
Then you walk into a swarm of gnats.
Sweaty, laughed at for flailing about wildly, earring on the floor, purse contents strewn bout the sidewalk…
but worse…. your lipgloss was so poppin.. so godamned poppin’.. like 85 gnats immediately got stuck directly to your lips.
Now they’re mostly on your hands.. They can’t come off because your lipgloss is now “poppin” all over your fingers..
You spend the remaining 4 blocks trying to gather yourself together while flicking sticky bugs off your fingers.. they don’t really flick off.. they moreso transfer to the flickee finger..
I thought I wouldn’t blog more today.. but in lieu of recent annoying complaints and inspite of the crap time I’m having..
I thought you might want to share in this one and perhaps laugh a bit.
I swear.. I’m not into all this emotional vag talk..
but word.. memo.. must find less sticky lipgloss..
