Excuse my beauty.

Disclaimer: I'm about to get really, really superficial. 

It's funny how certain makeup products can affect you. One swipe of the right lip gloss can make you look and feel like a million bucks. Apply the wrong one and you may lose the will to get out of bed. With that in mind, here are my thought on a few recent acquisitions. 

L'Oreal True Match Concealer Crayon: Holy YES! Especially if you want to go all "Harold and the Purple Crayon" on your face! Concealer crayon, you don't judge...you just cover it up and make it look like I give a shit. Thanks for helping me pass for human, buddy! Although, I must say, when it came time to actually pick out a shade at CVS, I was reunited with my old beauty dilemma of picking out the one with the right undertones (will grudgingly revisit this topic in a later post). Still, I like drawing on my face...neener neener neener.

Revlon Black Cherry lipstick: Three words: Karen Duffy realness. If you don't know who she is, ask a hipster or hoarder for some '90s fashion mags. Or, better yet, watch Blank Check like a goddamn champ. I purchased this shade after being persuaded by various beauty sites that it was flattering and a must-have in one's fall lipstick arsenal. These promises, along with the reassurance of $1 CVS Extra Bucks, assured that BC (we are by now on very familiar terms) was coming home with me. I first went to the CVS by my work, but it was all sold out! Later, after work, I stopped by the CVS close to my house; lo and behold, there was one left! Flattering or not, this is a very popular color. I have tried it a few times and love how it looks with one light coat. It reminds me of the way your lips look after a few glasses of good red wine (or blood, if you're into that kinda thing).  Any heavier, though, and it can veer into goth great-aunt territory, so be advised. 

 

Lush R & B: I was initially scared to buy this because my hair is fine and fragile.  In true diva fashion though, it's also wavy and temperamental. Woo, contradictions! I bought this buttery little jar with a gift card and must say it's worth every penny...of that other person's money.  It's moisturizing, great on frizz, and smells like a sexy rich hippie. (Basically, like jasmine and orange blossom.) Plus, a little bit goes a long way, especially with my finicky hair. 

Ramble On...

    Lately I have been feeling the need for change. More specifically, a BIG change.  Even though I have lived all my life in Southern California, and consider myself fantastically spoiled to have spent 29 years here, I want to try something more. I first felt this way when Josh and I flew up to Seattle for a long weekend and stayed with friends in Bothell. I was charmed and overwhelmed--- in a good way--- by the beauty of the trees, the clean air and water, and the overall feeling of everything (if that even makes sense). Once we got back, I actively campaigned for us to move to the Evergreen State. I besieged my poor husband with home listings, job statistics, and FYIs about Seattle. (“Hey babe, no state income tax…woohoo!”) He, however, is loath to leave family and friends and all he has ever known. I suppose I should feel the same way, and in a sense I do, but at the same time I feel restless and stagnant. 

Helloooo Washington!

    Recently, I also got the crazy idea in my head to look into Vegas. Yes, the Vegas: home of sin, sun, and cheap housing. Why the hell? you may ask. I wish I had an answer; the best I’ve been able to come up with is 1) just because, 2) the houses are pretty nice and affordable, 3) we’re still young enough (and child-free!) to enjoy the cool parts of Vegas, 4) it’s only a five-hour drive or one-hour flight from our families, compared to wherever else we could end up. Of course, I have my reservations, as any (gulp) sane person would; I mean, it’s hot as the devil’s buttcrack out there, and people smoke cigs where they please.  But still, there is something about it that really appeals to me. I also jokingly told Josh that maybe I wouldn’t feel the urge to travel because we’ll be close to the Eiffel Tower, New York, an Egyptian pyramid, Venice, and ancient Rome. Maybe we can sell our future kid on that, ha ha! 

I will leave you with my favorite Led Zeppelin song, which inspired the title of this post. 

Meagan: the FAQ Version

As you no doubt have figured out by now, I'm Meagan. I started this space because I love to write. I have blogged in the past but always just let it go after a while; no more! I need to keep it up, even if no one ever reads it. If you are reading this, then you probably know me, but did you know...

I am still on the right side of 30....just barely (29! Dayum!).

I have lived in San Diego for 9 years, and grew up in Pasadena (home of the Rose Parade and the setting of The Big Bang Theory...woop!). 

I have been with my husband Josh for 11 years.

September 2013

I am trying to make our cat, Apollo, the newest Internet sensation.

He's just waiting for a meme.

I have been vegetarian for almost three years. Ultimately I would like to go vegan. Right now, I am just trying to cook and eat healthier; however, I am better at making messes than I am at actually cooking. Baby steps!

My favorite types of music are '80s & '90s jams, classic rock, punk, alternative, and reggae. Basically anything that's not country or bubblegum pop. On the rare occasions I go out, I like to take over the jukebox.

I am obsessed with drag queens. DEAL WITH IT. 

In a nutshell, I am a liberal, goofy, sarcastic atheist....welcome to my blog!