severe tornado warning in my area
i haven’t heard from mr. manderson, margaret or nara since sunday. the three of them left for maine and haven’t contacted me since. i didn’t get to see margaret and nara before they left saddened/frustrated/annoyed me.
on monday i held my cat as she was put to sleep. All i can really say is that there is an indescribable feeling as you feel the life leaving out of something you love.
i got my haircut at supercuts yesterday. (i thought about going to some barber shop for some kitsch appeal or something, but decided against it because i’m sure the novelty would soon be replaced by awkwardness.) at supercuts this asshole of a guy comes in (he is wearing a tan suit with suspenders AND a belt) and the first thing i notice is that he smell like fish. He goes into the back to was his hands. Once he comes back he is drying his hands complaining about how he can’t “get this fish smell off of me.” Then he announces to all of us (it was only me, getting my haircut, michelle, cutting my hair, wanda, another quote-unquote stylist.) that it was a “great day.” He tells wanda that he wants a “summer cut. You know, a haircut for the summer,” and wanda asks this douche how his day was. He said the worst thing i have ever heard in my life. “it was a great day, especially since it wasn’t for other people.” And then he laughed the worst imaginable laugh. i think it had something to do with fish.
i want to move to maine as soon as possible. i really don’t want to live at home or in this city. which is not “columbus.”
i cater cappuccino each morning for business meetings or conferences or for doctors each morning and my boss thinks the way to get me to accept jobs (it’s on a job-by-job basis) will tell me about all the hot girls at the job. like every time i work at a doctor’s office (i will tell you about how evil drug reps are sometime) he will say that there are going to be all these “hot chick nurses working.” which is always a lie because:
-------a. there is no such thing as a hot nurse.
-------two. even if they do exist, there are at least 15 late-twenties teased blonde hair still say “girlfriend” when talking to their “girlfriends” and there name is angela or rebecca OR they are nice, old, fat black women (these by far, are the best nurses). I PROMISE YOU, THESE ARE THE ONLY TYPES OF NURSES. EVER.
-------iii. if they are hot, they are most definitely not worth my time.
i walked around THE MALL today with j.b. and made fun of people under our breath. We went to the pet store, which was creepy as all hell and then we got pissed when we found they replaced the arcade for the “CLOCK SHOPPE” and “BEACH BABY.” really, there aren’t two better stores to take the place of an arcade. and then i saw Mighty Wind. it was just as i expected.
if you are still reading this far (question: do people read this far?) and you have an extra entry code or two, my DEAR friends mr. alexander constantine walbridge and allison furlotti could use codes. trust me, their journals would be amazing and we would all (the three of us and all of humanity) be eternally grateful.
and i think i am going to unlock this entry and some old ones because i can’t (at least i think) get in trouble now.
on monday i held my cat as she was put to sleep. All i can really say is that there is an indescribable feeling as you feel the life leaving out of something you love.
i got my haircut at supercuts yesterday. (i thought about going to some barber shop for some kitsch appeal or something, but decided against it because i’m sure the novelty would soon be replaced by awkwardness.) at supercuts this asshole of a guy comes in (he is wearing a tan suit with suspenders AND a belt) and the first thing i notice is that he smell like fish. He goes into the back to was his hands. Once he comes back he is drying his hands complaining about how he can’t “get this fish smell off of me.” Then he announces to all of us (it was only me, getting my haircut, michelle, cutting my hair, wanda, another quote-unquote stylist.) that it was a “great day.” He tells wanda that he wants a “summer cut. You know, a haircut for the summer,” and wanda asks this douche how his day was. He said the worst thing i have ever heard in my life. “it was a great day, especially since it wasn’t for other people.” And then he laughed the worst imaginable laugh. i think it had something to do with fish.
i want to move to maine as soon as possible. i really don’t want to live at home or in this city. which is not “columbus.”
i cater cappuccino each morning for business meetings or conferences or for doctors each morning and my boss thinks the way to get me to accept jobs (it’s on a job-by-job basis) will tell me about all the hot girls at the job. like every time i work at a doctor’s office (i will tell you about how evil drug reps are sometime) he will say that there are going to be all these “hot chick nurses working.” which is always a lie because:
-------a. there is no such thing as a hot nurse.
-------two. even if they do exist, there are at least 15 late-twenties teased blonde hair still say “girlfriend” when talking to their “girlfriends” and there name is angela or rebecca OR they are nice, old, fat black women (these by far, are the best nurses). I PROMISE YOU, THESE ARE THE ONLY TYPES OF NURSES. EVER.
-------iii. if they are hot, they are most definitely not worth my time.
i walked around THE MALL today with j.b. and made fun of people under our breath. We went to the pet store, which was creepy as all hell and then we got pissed when we found they replaced the arcade for the “CLOCK SHOPPE” and “BEACH BABY.” really, there aren’t two better stores to take the place of an arcade. and then i saw Mighty Wind. it was just as i expected.
if you are still reading this far (question: do people read this far?) and you have an extra entry code or two, my DEAR friends mr. alexander constantine walbridge and allison furlotti could use codes. trust me, their journals would be amazing and we would all (the three of us and all of humanity) be eternally grateful.
and i think i am going to unlock this entry and some old ones because i can’t (at least i think) get in trouble now.