Death By Glow Stick

Morning

Ugh Monday, notably the worst day of the week. The day started like most Mondays do. I woke up at 5:30 am after only get a bare maximum of 3 hours of sleep. Probably less.

I started toward the bathroom. I smelt an awful stinch of death. I ignored it and kept on my path to the bathroom. I entered the bathroom and locked the door. I turned the shower knob all the way up and got out of my jammy shorts and tank top. I stepped in, at first the water was burning my skin but after a few seconds it felt less burny.

After my shower, I wrapped the gay pride flag towel around my soaked body and used a hairdryer to dry my blue and purple hair.

I went to my room and got ready. I slipped on a mid thigh lengthed black skirt. I struggled to put my black nearly skintight spaghetti strapped tanktop. I threw on a pair of fishnets and some combat boots.

I walzted over to my makeup desk and sat down on my pink kawaii rolly chair. I grabbed my foundation and started beating my face with a beauty blender. I added light blush to my cheeks. I did a smokey eye lewk with a bold cat eye. While doing the cat eye I nearly stabbed my eye with liquid eyeliner. Finally, I could throw on a deep dark red lip.

I brushed my two toned hair and sperated it into two even sections. I pulled one section up and twisted it into a bun. I did the same with the other section.