…because if it isn’t broken, why fix it?
Anyway, hello from this very quiet corner of the Internet. I know that my updates have been sporadic at best, but that’s just how it goes when you’re balancing final-year blues with a serious case of anxious wreckiness. C’est la vie. While I was “away”, though, I realised one thing – I don’t want to blog about beauty. For one thing, it might lead me to erroneously believe that I can write a novel (ahem). For another, how can I tell people I woke up like this when my web presence is contingent on precisely the opposite? So there it is. I love makeup and will happily spend a relative fortune on it, but not enough to outline its every swoop and swoosh across my face in painstaking detail for all the world to see. Haul videos rank up there with parking tickets for the dubious honour of being my idea of absolute torture, thanks all the same.
By way of apology, have some pretty pictures from New York, because going there as a tourist is very different from seeing the city from the perspective of someone who would “rather blow [his] brains out” – a direct quote – than queue to get to the top of the Empire State Building. I still spent the vast majority of my time on Fifth Avenue, though.