the FRED BLOGGS blog
...sharing a random thought daily since 2007!
Mascara is a little tube of hope, promising to transform tired eyes into windows of wonder, yet I often find myself questioning whether the real magic lies in the application or the inevitable smudging that follows. Each morning, I paint my lashes with the fervor of a desperate artist, convinced that today will be the day I defy gravity and time, only to end up with a raccoon-like visage by noon. In the grand theater of existence, it seems absurd that a mere cosmetic could hold such power over my mood, but here I am, a tragicomic character in a play where the plot hinges on the perfect flutter of my lashes.
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