It’s me, only better!

Woulda, coulda, shoulda-ing is not my favorite pursuit. It is useless and only leads to sighing. And with the exception of letting that one Texan go so long ago, I am usually not one to fall prey to regrets. But if there was one thing I could go back in time and change it would be the sunburns of my childhood. Because right now as I am near the end of this cancer fighting cream? My lips are throbbing in pain. I can’t eat any solid foods. The insides of my cheeks have sluffed off. And my face is bright red with purple splotches covering everything from my collar bone to my hairline. I just want to sit in a corner with my face against a cold window and an ice cube in my mouth.
On the bright side, tomorrow I begin the healing cream part of the treatment and in celebration of actually finishing this process of the torture I have ordered myself some new make-up for when my face heals and I actually look human again. I looooooooooooooove make-up and could easily spend a fortune on it if left to my own devices. Yes, I could live out the rest of my life in my pajamas, and I most likely will do just that, if only I can whore myself about to fancy make-up brands. I have been eyeing the Lauren Hutton face disc for over a year but have been wary of buying something without being able to touch and feel it. But after the past couple of weeks I simply don’t care. I just want a goody to make me happy.