Carlos, my hero!
good god and jesus it's cold out there. I just got back from a swift walk from downtown. it's really motherfucking cold out there. I got my hair cut by the gayest man alive. His name is Carlos and he was so damn cute I wanted to bite him. Just a little bit of a thing, really. He was 20. Just a puppy. But apparently he's really amazing with hair cutting. I feel pretty again for the first time in months. Ever since the Haircut Disaster of 2003, I've been a little gunshy about snipping off the locks. But with Carlos...I wasn't afraid. If I had a bazillion dollars I would employ him as my own personal hair designer with exceptional pay and full benefits.
I have a job interview today. I should be getting pretty for that but I'm really reluctant to go. I'm nervous and anxious and I can't figure out why. Big. Deep. Breath. I'll do it and I'll do it well but I'm not feeling it today. I'm not feeling much of anything these days. Getting back from home has been an adjustment and one that I'm not handling fantastically. It's not that I want things to be different or that I'm unhappy here at all. I just miss all ya'll. Meh. Whatever...things will resettle soon.
Ok...off to get pretty for my interview. Wish me luck!
I have a job interview today. I should be getting pretty for that but I'm really reluctant to go. I'm nervous and anxious and I can't figure out why. Big. Deep. Breath. I'll do it and I'll do it well but I'm not feeling it today. I'm not feeling much of anything these days. Getting back from home has been an adjustment and one that I'm not handling fantastically. It's not that I want things to be different or that I'm unhappy here at all. I just miss all ya'll. Meh. Whatever...things will resettle soon.
Ok...off to get pretty for my interview. Wish me luck!