Memory: You and I, putting on makeup together for *12th Night*. Me, complaining about having a skirt that consisted of a piece of fabric held together with two safety pins, about the inexplicable texture of my hair following a good gelling, and about my orange face after borrowing Zorn's makeup. You laughing at me and exhorting the wisdom of buying one's own set of makeup that actually matches one's skin tone. Me pointing out that while my skin was paler than yours, you looked like you while I looked like a ballpark hotdog left on the grill for too long.
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6/10/05 05:53 (UTC)