so! you made it through the undead suckage of February. you survived the chill and holidaze of November December and January. congrats! Felt good for like two days, and now reality has set in as questions directed towards the empty endless often times beautiful blue sky. now what? what is going on in the world? and more importantly- why? WHY? WHY are things transpiring the way they are? and HOW can you make it better or worse or whatever? and btw WHO are you? WHO are you really? WHAT are you doing with you life? WHAT is going to happen? WHY will it happen that way? WHAT if anything can you do about it? WHY are somethings so easy? WHY are somethings so difficult? WHY? BUT? WHY?
don’t worry. though there are few answers, and no one really to direct them to (unless fortunate enough to have a mental health professional at your disposal), you are not alone. we can question the ways of the universe together prefereably while drinking fancy coffee and eating cookies by dipping them in our lattes at the barnes and noble cafe or perhaps in morgan square.
that delish texture is the only thing i’ve found that can quell these burning issues at hand.
ps: i got into graduate school which is incredible (!) but may have launched all this.
Cranbrook Academy of Art in Michigan wants me to join their fibers department.
really. it’s bad. lots of layers all different lengths.
bad.
it needs to stop. it needs to be over. ASAP.
spizville. tell me WTF can i go to get this fixed.
it looks like i am wearing an animal pelt on my head. i know this is not an exaggeration because when i related this sentiment to arielle and rachel and brian they all laughed and SAID YES IT ACTUALLY DOES RESEMBLE AN ANIMAL PELT.
it’s so badly non-uniformly cut i can’t even put it up with out it looking janky (again i know this is true based on arielle and rachels reaction when i pulled it back in a ponytail and one chunk on the right just fell down in my face, and only the right side the left side was all long enough to stay in the elastic)
what’s the big deal, you say? why not just wait it out and let it grow into something more managable?
let’s not forget where i come from folks. muslim ladies take great pride in their hair. especially when they chose not to cover it with a headscarf. this is another instilled family thing (much like shoez). my very lady hood is in peril here. shit’s serious.
please.
please tell me where to go, or send some dough. i am collecting funds to have stinky’s lady at bumble and bumble fix it.
seriously. i accept cash and personal checks.
and no if i see you I WILL NOT SHOW YOU. don’t even bother asking to see it, or trying to console me in any way. just give me the name and number of a salon that you recommend. or a plane ticket and scheduled appointment downtown.
there is only some much laughter directed at my face i can handle.
i’ve been having A LOT of dreams about my job at esquire recently. this may be why after a rather harrowing week (i applied for grad school!) i was overcome by a craving for scotch, the taste for which i acquired on the job. so i went down stairs to the restaurant (with nicholas- i’m not the girl who drinks alone in public- yet) and we both ordered glenlivet 18. the bottle ran out on my glass, and so i decided to up the ante and order the 21. when the bill came i nearly had a seizure- guess how much?
$21.
i am apparently the girl who drinks $21 scotchs with out realizing, thereby drinking way too quickly. i even let nicholas try some. ha!
$21.
i should have known, but just didn’t figure. but i will say this- IT WAS DELICIOUS. no joke- best beverage i’ve ever tasted IN MY LIFE. i just wish i took the time to enjoy it.
oh well. next time!
also proof yet again that alcohol doesn’t solve or calm any problems or stress, it only adds to the upset- at least for me.
it’s february! i forgot! i’ve gotten a late start on the time of year to really hate everything around you (especially yourself), listen to the smiths and/ or morrisey way too much and way too loud, feel the even handed heft of inadequacy and not- good- enough-ness in every realm of your life, bemoan your state as a person alive and feeling, rejoice in the undead magic, let your house and hair go to chaos, and check petfinder way too frequently for your soul-mate.
and this year it’s leap year so the worst month of all is even longer, freakishly so!
change your outfit five times a day or don’t change at all. wear the same thing all month! don’t trim your bangs for maximum in- your- eyes- despair! pray every night before bed that this month just be erased from the calender all together and tomorrow you will wake up to find it is march and you can drop “in like a lion, out like a lamb” without sounding like a complete pervert (it’s contextually appropriate!).
or just buckle down put the queen is dead on repeat too loud to hear knocks on your door and rock back and forth till all those 29 days are x-ed off.
