On My Way to Stanford
Good morning Party People! This morning I awoke as I always do: 
Looking Fabulous
Did my usual beauty routine 
To reveal what every woman dreams of waking up with: Fabulous LINES! 
It’s sooo cool when you go to work and some good citizen tries to make light of the fact that you slept on your pillow funny and that you must have only just woken up because the lines are still there. Ha Ha Ha. Go away. That’s the one thing I am usually not so nice about when someone mentions it. I think I kinda try to cut them off before they get into the funny ha ha making fun of the lines on my face. But there’s no good way to say “I sleep with a machine on my face so I don’t die at night.” So I just say that. Funny, people usually don’t quite know what to say after that. Ooh! I am such a bitch!
I just thought I’d share a little insight into the catty part of my brain. I haven’t figured out a way to make the lines fashionable, though when I mention I my evening face mask escapades and I get a blank guilty stare like I just told them “Thanks for laughing at me. It’s a tumor and I have 2 weeks to live.” I like to follow it up with, “it’s all the rage. Everyone’s wearing them. Don’t you have one?”
ACK
Court says “It’s time to go.” So I go.
Hasta Pasta!