the only peopl ewho don't look in the mirror whenever possible are the perfectly gorgeous ones. or the religious sorts. me, i like to put on a show. fuck, man, i'm from SoCal! so i have a great ol' time putttin gtogether that day's image, entertain some people, and get some shit done. i like to maintain my daily image. as to whether or not i like what i see...well, if isee someone else, i'm happy. if i see plain ol' me, i put on another face. that's just how it is.
aw man kc,,, i could like maybe giv ya sum lessons on changing face without all that war paint n shit,,, n ya can eliminate all them frikkin soap scum toothpaste,water droplet collectin pieces o shit from ya life,,,,, ,,, well all but one tiny one atleast,,,,, gottsta have one round so ya can find that stray manly mna hair ya git on ya chin or upper lip once in a while,,,,, or ya wind up with tweezer marks all over ya face
The mirror...ahh..greatest friend and worstest enemy. I tend to look in it lots..not cuz im checking muself ou but rather cuz im analyzing it. Im really not a big fan of my body..but im learnin to deal and its pretty good..I have a decent face at least!
I probably spend about 20 minutes max looking in the mirror a day. And 8 times out of 10 I don't like what I see the slightest
to see if my outfit looks ok...brush my teeth and an occassional quick glance... you know what girls i cant stand? the ones when you walk into the bathrooms at a club and they are preening thmeselves with a couple of friends...they dont look away from the mirror...then i take a piss and come out and they are still there looking at themselves...i grumpily wait for them to move a fraction so i can wash my hands...have a quick check to make sure there's nothin on my face and leave the bathroom and they are still there!!! ah they pis me off
hehe. yeah, i gots ta have the paint. i'm a child of the 80's, ya know? when i'm just being me, i'm all cuddly and marshmallow-like. but i do so love my masks and costumes. bless dave for putting up with it. but then, he shoulda known who i was by the time he married me.
zackerly,,, oh i was an 80s child too or was sposed to be,,, i dunno wtf happened tho ,,, guess i fell through one of them sidewalk cracks,,,,, wait afawkin minute ,,, no sidewalks where i grewed up,,,, ahhhhhhhhh i know what happened,,, i got a job on a farm where i was the only female n i figgered it best to just not try n be gurllllllllly in anyway,,,, n got used to it... after 12 yrs on same farm was comfy being one of the guys so when i left,,,, i fergot to remember that i was still female,,,, and well i aint real bright ,,,, got another job where i was only female,,,, so i sitll aint gotta fuss n stuff,,
on days I don't leave the house: about 10 minutes total (I have to pass the mirror on the way to the toliet) when I'm trying to be presentable: about 30-40 minutes do i like what I see? depends if I'm naked or not when I was thin, I loved the mirror
for me, it's a matter of automatically being considered one of the guys, and wanting to establish my female presence. there's also the sied of me that says "fuck you, i have enough friends" and puts on the "don't talk to me" makeup. then there's the "i'm really happy today, i wanna entertain people" make-up days.
um i didnt read this but i spent at zero thro ten mins. in front of the mirror- when i do i do, i either like it, or dont care.. occasionnaly i dont care