positivelyBLEAK Grinning back into the abyss.

Run To The Hills (Take II)

No-​makeup week went so swim­mingly that I dragged it out another week! (In no way did this have any­thing to do with the fact that I’m crazy busy…ffff.) The point is, not one person com­mented neg­a­tively and I actu­ally got a few com­ments that my skin looked better; I took the chance to focus more on clearing it up and taking a few extra mea­sures to make it healthier while I wasn’t clog­ging it up with pow­ders and pig­ments. So I’m keeping it up, during the work week anyway — if nobody’s going to notice either way, I’ll let my face reap the ben­e­fits of being naked. (You’ll have to wrench my crazy-​colored weekend eye­liner from my cold dead hands, though!)

Who wore it better, Pris or Slymenstra Hymen?

The common theme in the com­ments for my last post seemed to be, “go big or go home.” I like this aes­thetic almost as much as I like hit­ting the snooze button one more time in the morning. 90% of my makeup kit would be referred to as “office inap­pro­priate,” and not that I’m one for pro­priety, but it seems silly to layer on the red eye­liner just to have it melt down my face the next time I have to carry servers around or spend time in the server closet.

What’s your favorite “go big” look? I had a brief fling with doing my makeup Bladerunner style when I’d go out to shows.

Remember Couch to 5k? I hurt myself like a total dink and had to take quite some time off. It was brutal; the weather is just starting to get nice, I was couch­bound and acting like a caged wild animal. Walking and swim­ming and hiking helped, but I think I was born to run, because I’ve been men­tally at the gate for a while now.

Tonight, my new (depress­ingly non-​pink) shoes and insoles come in and I get to start run­ning again!

Unfortunately, the shoes in these pic­tures (Reebok Zigpulse) ended up being wrong for my mutant-​flat feet and left me with minor stress frac­tures — hence the time off get­ting weak and tubby — but my awe­some friend Pope Tom took them for me, and I like both the photos and the obnox­ious kicks too much to reshoot.

Breaking a sweat is a good excuse for me to drag out all those men’s L band shirts I’ve got lying around from middle school and soft­ware con­fer­ences — they’re broken in and breathe well and I feel like they finally get to see the light of day again. I’m wearing a torn-​up AC/​DC shirt here, but I might kick off my first re-​run in my Texas Vibrator Massacre shirt (a gift from my last room­mate!), just for shits and giggles.

(By the way, I think working out is the only time one can mix red, pink and purple in an outfit without any­body having room to bitch at you for not matching. I’ll be the fastest eye­sore ever.)

Defeating the entire purpose.