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| my birthday just happened... and i got a huge suprise. my boyfriend, wil, casually mentioned to me last tuesday that we were flying to NYC on thursday afternoon. holy cow. he had called my boss a month earlier to ask off the time for me. he bought me a mink and got it sent to the friend's house we stayed at in the upper east side of manhattan. 86 and 3rd. we went to atlantic city on saturday. i put in $50, won $250 in tournament poker. they never knew what hit 'em. met his mom, she lives on the jersey shore, tom's river. we went to the boardwalk. we didn't do any touristy stuff, i dont like it. i wanted to feel like a new yorker for a week. i feel like i did, we didnt rest for a moment. always going. checking out stuff. i shed a tear when we took off, i miss nyc. i daydream about it, i see the subway when i close my eyes. when we got back i said, lets go get a coffee....oh wait, it's not a 2 min walk to a deli. the food. good grief. everything tasted so much better. basically, it makes me scream 'atlanta sucks.' i was pretty sure about that already, but seeing something better, I'm absolutely sure now. get to the point, hurry up, dont waste my time, jeez, i've got things to do. you think time is free? i think i'd like to live in nyc for a minute. not too long. i dont want those permanent black circles. the muscle tone from walking everywhere...i dont mind that. after four days back, my legs stopped being sore. man, miss that town. i hope to live there while i dont care to live in a dump and have no children. | | |
| i had a lot to say, but i forgot it all, i got distracted...i was thinking about how i used to just write. not thinking. now it's like a newspaper article. i used to write about finding sunflower seeds in my pocket and stuff. so, i just spent some time with my little sister and her friend. we took them to a tapas restaurant. tapas are small portions of meals, so you order a bunch to taste a bunch of different things. she thought we said topless instead of tapas. no wonder she was really quiet on the way there. | | |
| What happens when you only spend 85 million on a baseball team, instead of 206 million? are your chances the same to get past the playoffs? they cant even buy it. | | |
| life is great and busy. i've definitely found something that i like to spend time doing. shoot, i play with hair all day and get money for it. craziness. i didnt think that it'd be like this. I'm incredibly blessed. i have so much to be thankful for. on that...i'm going to sleep now. | | |
| whoa, time warp. it seems like it's been a year since i've been on the
internet. a million emails, dead contacts, yada, yada.... So, I'm
working at this really awesome salon. The owner, Jennifer, she was in
the Allure directory for highlights. I am her assistant, as well
as her apprentice. So she's been letting me do some people's hair
color. it's not that hard, jeez, you paint it on there in the right
places. but highlights and foils is more challenging. Today she let me
foil her hair and do color. pretty brave if you ask me...i dont know
she might have some booze under the cabinets. anyway, so i'm suposed to
give the manaquin a hair cut this week. she looks really bitchy, to be
honest. i guess i'd be to if i didnt have a body and had crossed eyes,
and if i accidentally fell one to many times. Course, she has gotten me
back once or twice. Once i was blow-drying her hair, and the tension
was building between the brush and the hair and then her head all the
sudden popped off of the stand and scared the b'jesus out of me. then i
finished a color on her and was taking her head off of the stand, she
wouldnt come off easy, i had to pull pretty hard and it popped off and
hit me in the chin.
i went to a drag-queen ball. we didnt get in because we didnt realize
that it was such a dressy occasion. i didnt ever hear the "ball" part
of it until we got there. lordy, how embarrassing. They were really
dressed up --with taped chests, makeup, wigs, and prom gowns. hilarious
and very dramatic.
I am in love. very happy. i am very blessed to have such a special thing.
i miss my brothers and sister--but i never saw them before anyway. i
miss celeste. i miss sandy. i miss jenny. i finally came to the place
where i actually miss my parents.
everyone is no better, no worse, than the next person. i been
having to learn the hard (for me) lesson of not taking someone's
hang-ups as my own. i feel like my parents imposed a very guilt-ridden,
negative religion/way of life on me. Why would they create or interpret
such a God to be like this? why do people like to feel so badly about
themselves, their urges to be human. It's not going to help anything to
say its bad. anything that becomes forbidden becomes overwhelmingly
interesting in a negative way. when you are open to something but make
a personal decision against it for yourself and no one else..i dont
know, seems like a better way to go. They paint this really easy, happy
way to jesus, and then once you get there, you get slammed with what
you shouldnt do. crazy. my mind's been churning. i want to keep an open
mind, hold on to some core beliefs, figure out what i really
think, and LOVE people for heaven's sake.
peace.
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