A less embarrassing pose perhaps?
I told you Biggie got me a coupla little nifty, gifty's from BrizzelVegas. I intro'd you to my little wooden necklace already, so say hello to my new little lippy. Altogether now class....HEL-LO LIP-PY!
I used to be in the 'Don't-give-a-shit-as-long-as-it's-cheap' club when it came to make-up...of any sorts really, but especially reserved for lip-related products. "What's the BLOODY point of forking out $40+ hard-earned clams for a frickin' lipstick! Geez..."
Okay, okay...I geddit! I take it back. I cancel my 'D-g-a-s-a-l-a-i-c' membership. It's over.
Biggie got his MAC on and I'm a MACcy Girl. The lipstick is creamy, matte, smells like Palmers Cocoa Butter (MMMMMM) and has the best pigment EVER! The colour is perfect. I think I found my signature shade.....okay, okay....Biggie found my signature shade. You guys are SO pedantic.
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