Brittany DeWidt
Stories (5/0)
neon Freeman Face Mask: A Review
Recently, I have been trying to clear my skin up since my sister's wedding is this week. While at Walmart, I found a cheap, one-time use mask that claimed to remove oil from my face. I have combination skin- oily in some places, and dry in other places (such as around my lips). So I figured, "Hey, why not?" Today after washing my face with a natural exfoliant scrub that St. Ives makes, I dried my face and applied the mask. The directions say to apply to face and neck, and there is definitely plenty of product in the package to do so if you desire. I decided to just apply it a little more thickly.
By Brittany DeWidt4 years ago in Blush
Journal entry 12/26/19
Yo lemme just start by saying my previous entry didn’t meet the minimum word count (didn’t know that existed), but it got approved because of the “uniqueness” of the post. 😂 Thanks, I guess? Anyway, let’s get down to business. I’m currently lounging in my pjs, (braless, of course) with a face mask on hoping it’ll take everything out of my pores. I am ORANGE. I could be Trump’s sister...😂😳 Ok, you can’t see it in the picture. I just look shiny as heck. Also, I haven’t washed my makeup off all the way.
By Brittany DeWidt4 years ago in Humans
Journal Entry 12/25/19
Wow, okay. Where do I begin? This year has gone by in such a blur, I can hardly believe it is December. 2020 is just in a week? No. Surely it's still March or April. Maybe even September at best. This year has flown by and I still cannot wrap my head around it. It's also been a wild ride from beginning to end. I moved back home, I've been working. I got my license and a car. (Finally overcame my fear of driving!)I had a family member move out of their state and moved close to be with my dad. I dated, dealt with some dirtbags and guys who just had their priorities in all of the weird places. I laughed, I cried. I screamed and yelled and rejoiced. I got hurt and healed.
By Brittany DeWidt4 years ago in Humans
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Delilah woke with a start, her body heaving and covered in sweat. The ceiling fan above her shifted the focus of the red lights illuminating her room. To the side, her alarm clock flicked off and on at a rapid pace, blinking between 12:00 and being dark. Delilah looked at her left arm, a small bruise forming on her wrist.
By Brittany DeWidt4 years ago in Horror