Mega Lashes

I've always willed my eye-lashes to sprout out and multiply and I don't know why. I have this huge fixation for long lashes. I always stare at people who do, regardless of gender or the authenticity of the matter. Unfortunately, mine is short, non-voluminous and just plain sad. Or plain and sad.  I had to shrug off my dislike to lie still while somebody is fussing about something connected to my being and went to the salon to have extensions. I pulled them out a few days later. I can't cry when I'm drunk. I had to bathe delicately. I had to wash my face as if it's made of parchment.  It was really kind of a paralyzed-90-year-old way of living. No sunglasses, no eye-make up, no tossing and turning while sleeping. Unfortunately, when one is drunk, one has no control over one's sleeping movements. One day I woke up and the fakers were all topsy-turvy and not upward curvy. My eyes looked totally tousled and hairy and to think I only have half-an-eyebrow over each one.  Still, all the time I had those mega-watt peepers, I kept staring at myself. And loving what I see. Creepy. And I can't lie. I'm still completely vain about my lashes. Aside from the Maybelline Cat Eyes thingy, I'm also looking into growth serums and stick-ons. We'll see.