lip gloss

“I hate to get in full glam for a subpar party; it’s a waste of lip gloss,” she says.

Watching Qualley strut about in a pink bomber jacket with matching lip gloss, it’s as though Barbie became human but refused to evolve.

I was introduced to Scott, a 37-year-old IT worker from Washington, D.C., after he tapped me on the shoulder from across the aisle to politely inform me that my lip gloss had fallen out of my purse.

In another she found a pencil, along with some paper clips, rubber bands, and a tube of strawberry-scented lip gloss.

Sara reached into her pocket again and pulled out two items: the lip gloss and the flash drive.