When Bad Make-up Happens to Good People: Even Future MUA’s

I’ve been cleaning.  All summer. While re-organizing one of my junk drawers (Check it…I’ve got 3), I stumbled across the following picture: That’s me.  My Junior year of High School.  With my very first boyfriend, who incidentally briefly dated my old roommate last year. His name was Andrew.  My old roommate, I mean. But, I [...]