There is a freckle on my upper lip.
When I look into the mirror it is on the left.
Marilyn's was sexy.
When I go out I darken it with an eye pencil; to make it look like a beauty mark.
I can't do the "sexy" beauty thing very well.
I'm far too interested in the drinking, the dancing, the talking.
See, I'm the kind of girl who likes to rub her eyes, hard.
I don't care about wrinkles or grey hairs.
Maybe I'm not vain enough.
I've seen vain girls.
They watch their reflection while your having a conversation with them.
Mirror gazing is boring.