Fresh

Hmm what is this? Let me go in and take a quick looksie. Wil*, the sales, greets me to a chair and offers me a complimentary mini facial to welcome my first time stepping into Fresh. His hands were so soft and friendly they actually kept me in the store for a good 45 minutes. I almost fell asleep from glee - what a TGIF experience that was! And Wil gave me a handful of extra samples of facial cleanser/makeup remover/toner all in one. But that's because I ended up burning a hundred bucks or so (way over my budget) on two bottles of gunk that expires in 6-8 months. Oh you Italian umbrian clay, what is so special about you in my new foundation?? The shit women do and buy to look ten years younger for ten hours, gosh. Still, love how the brilliant bottle pump works though! I don't have a good pic of it, but basically it has some weird mechanism that push-squeezes the product up everytime you pump so you won't lose one drop of the liquid foundation.
*Wil was actually kinda bitchy when I went back again with my sister because he knew I wasn't going to buy anything else until half a year later. He is only a doll if you buy shit. Fine by me if he gives me shit in exchange for shit though.

Believe it. This was all the shit Mr. Wil with one L used on my face. I had to do a double take when he told me to look in the mirror because 1. I have bad skin, so I'm always breaking out and blemished, and 2. I never put this many layers of products on me ever, so I looked like an OD porcelain doll. I guess he just wanted me to try all the range of products at Fresh. Ultimately, I was intrigued by the results. And a bit freaked out and creeped out... this is not me! And obviously, I am in my bathroom taking a million myspace shots until I'm satisfied with something to post up here. Too bad I didn't go out that night though, what a waste of a makeover. I would tell you what I did that night, but you'd laugh. *hint is in the previous post ;)

Super big face overload to the max!