No such luck, baby. I don’t care that you won’t look at me when I take your picture. I don’t mind that you won’t be still when I ask you too. I don’t even care that you make funny faces when you know I have a camera near you. I do, however, get completely irate every time I see those lashes. Why is it boys always have those thick long eyelashes? They don’t even care. And here I sit, with God’s cruel joke, otherwise known as mascara, trying to work up some lash. So not fair.
