When daddy comes home you always start a fight So the neighbors can dance in the police disco lights
Dear Internet,
A neighbour is listening to Alanis Morisette - All I Really Want on repeat, and singing along very loudly. I like Alanis Morisette, whiny little lady that she is. But crucially, I like her songs when she sings them herself, not when my neighbour screeches them repeatedly.
It also makes me feel bad for listening to the same few songs on repeat and singing along to them, but again:
crucially, I do this with the windows closed.
House inspection went well. They said my room was really, really clean and tidy. Now I have to return my room to the way I like it. I hate house inspections. My landlord always makes it feel like a judgement on my character, rather than a judgement of the state of the carpet.
Had to cut my hair a bit. It was falling out in clumps. Not sure why, probably just too long. Miss the length. Might actually get it cut proper.
Nah.
My feet are now officially a size 9. Wearing size 8 shoes for the past month has turned my feet into more bruise than foot. I'm now only ever going to be able to wear man trainers and shoes I find in drag shops. There goes my elegant, lady-like Mystique.
Hello unwieldy, clumpy-footed, disproportioned Mystique.
I reckon I can make this look work. Have bought trainers. They look like big, black pillows. No claws yet.
Good day.
A neighbour is listening to Alanis Morisette - All I Really Want on repeat, and singing along very loudly. I like Alanis Morisette, whiny little lady that she is. But crucially, I like her songs when she sings them herself, not when my neighbour screeches them repeatedly.
It also makes me feel bad for listening to the same few songs on repeat and singing along to them, but again:
crucially, I do this with the windows closed.
House inspection went well. They said my room was really, really clean and tidy. Now I have to return my room to the way I like it. I hate house inspections. My landlord always makes it feel like a judgement on my character, rather than a judgement of the state of the carpet.
Had to cut my hair a bit. It was falling out in clumps. Not sure why, probably just too long. Miss the length. Might actually get it cut proper.
Nah.
My feet are now officially a size 9. Wearing size 8 shoes for the past month has turned my feet into more bruise than foot. I'm now only ever going to be able to wear man trainers and shoes I find in drag shops. There goes my elegant, lady-like Mystique.
Hello unwieldy, clumpy-footed, disproportioned Mystique.
I reckon I can make this look work. Have bought trainers. They look like big, black pillows. No claws yet.
Good day.