Today was number five in the series of six Fraxel treatments in my mission to lead a wrinkle-free life.
Unfortunately I forgot to apply my lidocaine ointment an hour before because I was in a huge tearing hurry to go purchase “True Blood-Season One”, so that I could spend some quality recuperation time with Alexander Skarsgard this afternoon.
So I had to go this treatment sans numbing ointment which hurts like burning hell. Just tap your face with a live wire about sixty times or so. Make sure you get into the hairline too, so that you have that burning flesh and hair smell.
We didn’t use as high a setting today as treatment number 4, so do note the lack of open, blood oozing wounds showing today. I mentioned to her that I was down for over a week with the last treatment, even after three weeks I still had the pixilated stamp effect known as the Mark of the Fraxel. It looks like someone had taken a hot poker or a car lighter and stamped all over me, plus it hurt like hell for days. However, I really noticed the difference after treatment four also. I had planned on getting some more Radiesse shot into my marionette lines since I looked so saggy in the last Fraxel series picture, but I saw a tremendous amount of tightening in my lower face area once the redness had gone away. Let me show you a side by side analysis, and tell me what you think: Read the rest of this entry »
Janet Cunliffe of Burnley, UK spent around $15,000 for enough plastic surgery and cash-n-carry hair, not to mention sleazy clothing, to look like her daughter.
Who in turn looks like a cheap drag version of Paris Hilton. And let me add a very amateur version. No real drag queen would leave the house looking like this or she would face serious ridicule.
I grew up and lived with some pretty fabulous drag queens in Atlanta. If it weren’t for drag queens and gay men I would know nothing about life, love, and the pursuit of the perfect concealer.
If Carrie Prejean got Miss America to fund her breast implants, guest blogger Lisa Brower figured she could get local pageants to fund hers.
I don’t know how many of you watched “The Early Show” this morning, but they had one of their classic moments that make watching the show bearable. Apparently in high pageant queen drama, the Miss California pageant funded homophobe Carrie Prejean’s big, new silicone breasts. Oh, the corruption. Where does it end?
Maggie Rodriguez thoroughly reamed The Miss California pageant co-director, Keith Lewis, on air about why Carrie Prejean needed implants to compete for the Miss USA title. Wasn’t the pageant about scholastic aptitude and philanthropy? He stayed really cool through the whole interrogation and managed to say nothing really. I wish she had interviewed Shanna Moekler instead, because she’s so calm and articulate.
But I got something really important out of all of this; you can get pageants to fund your plastic surgery. I immediately got out my “pretty wishlist” and pulled up a list of Georgia pageants so that I could get a head start on trolling for plastic surgery funding ahead of all the other opportunistic bitches out there.
