2001-07-11 :: 4:50 p.m.

Man am I fried.

i just counted out one thousand teeny weeny itsy bitsy aluminum pans that will eventually house teeny tiny itsy bitsy eye shadow samples.

I have two thousand more to count out.

This lameness, luckily, lasts only one more week.

And then, I will be beachside, lounging with the other freaks in Coney Island, slowroasting to a respectable shade of happybrown.

Or, "almond," like the executive make up shits here would say.

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