The older I’m getting the more I deal with girlie beauty topics. This, more often than not, culminates in stuffing my bathtub-size suitcase with a whole range of prettifying knick-knacks, which then usually fattens up to twice its size after a duty-free shop visit. Plus a giant Jaegermaister, of course.
Anyhoo, please, go back to a previous blog entry, Teacher, You Look Like Lady Gaga, as I’ve committed something which I’ve never done before: I edited an earlier writing and added a substantial story to it.
Enjoy enjoy! And good night.