And no, I won’t tell you where it is. It’s super-secret.
Every time I see a woman doing her makeup on the train, I wish I could pull a battery-operated shaver out of my pocket and do my face. That’s an old joke, isn’t it. But today I really did forget to shave.
It got laughs.
I wonder if anyone has ever been seriously injured while doing their makeup on a train. Seems like there’s a strong possibility of poking out an eye with a mascara brush or choking to death on lipstick. Wouldn’t that be fun to watch. How much do you want to bet that nobody would help.
NObody would. Evolution in action.
That’s not true actually, I would try. Though I might do more harm than good. I’m a good buddhist though, so I should try at least.
btw, have you read the book your pub is named for?
Oh. Well, there you are. Your name came up for LJ’s February bday list and I thought, “Hah. What happened to that richpav guy?”
Yep, LJ is my other secret blog, the one I used before I became world famous (*cough*). Very personal stuff I wouldn’t want to turn up in a Google search for my name. Good thing I already mass edited all the old posts to “friends only.”
Whenever I see a woman whip out an eyeliner on the subway, I shudder and turn away. Someone is destined to lose an eye that way, and I don’t want it to roll over my feet while commuting.
(I’m the kind of person too scared to clean out her own ears with a q-tip without first making sure the bathroom door is shut tightly, even when no one else is home, and double check that the cat is not around lest she jostle my elbow and perforate my eardrum.)
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