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now hear this: i am not to blame for terry's recent denim debacle. nay, i lay the blame gingerly at the exquisitely-shod feet of oprah goddamn winfrey. she's the one who told you to try on the long and leans! i merely reported that i had.

but, terry, if it's any consolation, chortle at this. yesterday morning i put on my smashbox cream eyeliner, carefully applying it with my special brush — the one that's only about an angstrom thick — and taking pains to avoid smudging it in any way. now, i've had problems with this product in the past, but after carefully questioning terry (the best real-life makeup artist i know) about her technique, i figured it was time to give it another try. and i looked smashing, no doubt about it.

the next time i looked in the mirror was two hours later, after a protracted consultation with my doctor. the eyeliner was smeared all the way down to key west. i think the good doctor showed admirable restraint in not laughing at my horrifying raccoonish visage.