Glitter is the herpes of the craft world.

Yesterday, a friend and I shared our paint supplies and created a glorious mess while buzzed from left over Skittles and M&Ms. All was going well until...! She brought out glitter.
Oh, hell no! Not in this house! Get that shit up outta mah face and take yo' broke ass gaudy tinsel witcha!
Of course, that is when a breeze from the nearby open window decided to intrude; spewing that sparkling disease everywhere. It has now invaded my studio, my carpet, and my paint pallet.
Friends, it is with the smallest modicum of sadness, I must tell you not only have i lost a friend (may her glitter-loving ass burn forever), but the greater tragedy is this: her painting was better than mine.
Truly, now is the hour of my discontent. Woes unto me!