This weekend was anything special. A lot of christmas shopping, a lot of missed sleep, and enough selfies to make a second Kim Kardashian selfie book. On Friday night, I went to my sister, Little Chrissy’s basketball game. (She is like 5’9, so not true to her name). She is really athletic and I’m anything but that. In the game, the thing that held my attention was a player on the other team who was in her uniform, hair up in a ponytail like most the other girls, BUT this female white wannabe version of Kobe Bryant had on a FULL FACE OF MAKEUP. She legit looked like she was heading to Prom but was called away to play a quick quarter in the gym! I was loving it.
I give her so much credit. I mean, she really wanted to look good no matter where she went. As the game went on though, she was running around and sweating; AKA her makeup started to shift from her face onto her jersey. It was a fantastic shit show and I totally forgot I was there to support my sisters because I was so wrapped up in the running mascara that was moving faster down her face then this girl was moving down the court!
I feel like you have got to make a choice:
A. Rough it for a few hours, say fuck it to attempt to look good and have fun…. or
B. Swear of all forms of physical exercise and stick with it my friend.