I figured with all the business of the holiday season, it might be funny to share a few retarded stories with one another. here's a couple of mine:
About four years ago I was in my dorm room getting ready to go talk to this guy whom which I had been interested in. I was blasting Blondie's "One Way or Another" and singing and shouting at the top of my lungs. Since he was kind of eclectic, I decided to go for an eclectic look myself. I wore this baseball t shirt, spiked my hair, and put on this homeade skirt made out of fabric that had oranges and the minute maid logo all over it. After that, I began to put on my makeup. As I was doing this, I kept mouthing the words to the song and danced around the room. I didn't even really look in the mirror as I was painting my face. Eventually, I smoked a cig, calmed down, and left to go see him. Feeling all confident, I walked up to him, gave him a hug and was being all fun and flirtatious. He just kind of looked at me...well...funny. He's like, "Sorry Alison, but I have to go." I was like "ok...whatever..."
I was baffled. Here I was looking hot and laying it on thick, but no dice. Pretty soon after he left my friend Curtis came around the corner and we started to chat.
He began to say, "Alison, I think you need to go to the restroom and take a look in the mirror."
I was like..."Why?"
He said, "Just trust me."
So I went into the bathroom and took a look in the mirror to find that I had lipstick smearred all over below my nose and on my chin. To make matters worse, It was all over my teeth. I then understood why he ran away. ....hehe. I guess I'll look next time I'm putting on my make up.....OOPS!