Happy Friday, y’all. I’m up, Shawshank‘s up, the cats are milling about. We’re having a graaaand time.
All my plans for yesterday – get clowny, cake crush, etc – failed before they even got off the ground. I bought some white face paint while we were out shopping last week because I wanted a proper fucking clown face. Nothing I did made that shit look good. I tried applying it with my fingers as well as using a makeup sponge, and both methods turned out wicked patchy. The cream would look good for approximately 3.7 seconds and then start going all wrong. I made three attempts with it, and every time I started to think it looked good, it was like a switch flipped and suddenly the cream was smearing all the good stuff out of place. Knowing enough about paints and pigments, I was applying the cream with the Duncan method
specifically to avoid this very thing. My last try looked better at first, then somehow managed to look worse when I started adding the rest of the color. To be quite honest, the smoothest coverage it had was when I was trying to wash it off. After a couple of hours, I gave up.
Fuck it. I can stick to glam clown. That other shit can fuck off and die.
Shawshank has work tonight. He’s going to buy us a pizza for lunch, which I assume will be delicious. I’ll do my thing tonight, and see what sort of shit I can get into.
