Makeup hates me now.

I keep doing that thing where I wear a tank top, get too cold, put a shirt on over my tank top.

Get too hot, take off the shirt and am once again in my tank top.

COLD AGAIN, put on the shirt.

HOT AGAIN.

This went on for a good 10 minutes until I finally realized that maybe I should just wear the shirt, no tank top underneath.

The two layers were just killing me.

Story of the day: I broke a tube of lipstick at Target.

If you're asking yourself how this is possible, ask no longer. I'm going to tell you.

My mom and I were standing in the little NYC brand alcove of the makeup section, and while my mom was calmly examining the eyeliner, comparing different brands of mascara; generally behaving like a normal human being, I was digging through the lipstick rack with a vengeance.

THEY NEVER HAVE MY FAVORITE SHADE.

So, get ready for this because it's the return of The Elbow.

As I'm sticking my arm quite far into the various assortments of lipstick, The Elbow knocks over a bunch of lipstick in the process.

And they fall to the ground.

So I sigh, bend down and get ready to reverse the damage, and I end up walking through the aisle to search for the lipsticks as they rolled in directions no where near the NYC alcove.

When suddenly, something crunches under my foot. You have to realize that today I got a little overexcited at the idea of Autumn returning, and I wore my boots. With the heel.

I think you understand what happened next. The most comical part of all though, is the way my mom looked at my expression, looked down at the now scattered plastic that was once the cap to the doomed lipstick, looked at me again, and wandered off toward the nail polish.

Is it a bad sign that she's used to me wreaking small amounts of havoc in public?

We quickly made our way to the register with our purchases and left before anyone could suspect that it was me, if you're wondering.

Oh, well. If she's used to it then I might as well be too.

I'm off to finish cleaning the heel of my boot. The hot-pink-stained heel of my boot.

Believe me, if I had to choose a color to smother on my shoe, it would not have been that one.