pointless post is pointless
...but sometimes rambling on raw emotion and the good life is totally necessary. For sure.
◊ My hair is peach and pink and orange, it looks awful and not a little ridiculous. I love it to pieces. Stepping out the door was like, sudden springtime in my heart to the tune of Gloria or Shirley or someone. Maybe I get too much joy out of my hair, but hey, easily pleased! (Also rocking black nail polish and jewelry I don't usually wear. I AM THAT KIND OF FAN. BRB, shunning myself OMG.)
◊ Spent roughly four hours at Cim&Wax's over things related to Adam and sometimes Kris, and apparently I have a giddy aura, or transmit giddy waves, or... yeah, I don't know. Wax, the Upright Cabaret vid is this one. It's all good! And this is why I should tweet things as they are said and happen, not several hours later. Like, I'm sure I also never told the story about how the other week I was making a late-night milk or candy (or both) run and this guy came up to me and asked if it was true I was about to die. He wanted to shake my hand, and then he went on his merry way. I think someone'd put drugs in his weed. SURREAL AND AWESOME.
◊ Walked home in the wee hours for the first time in months, and picked up my mail for the first time in weeks (hooray!), and there was a wedding invitation tucked in between the bills and spam. I think I actually whooped when I opened it in the elevator, 2 a.m. be damned, and now my face is stuck like this: :DDDDD
◊ My hair is peach and pink and orange, it looks awful and not a little ridiculous. I love it to pieces. Stepping out the door was like, sudden springtime in my heart to the tune of Gloria or Shirley or someone. Maybe I get too much joy out of my hair, but hey, easily pleased! (Also rocking black nail polish and jewelry I don't usually wear. I AM THAT KIND OF FAN. BRB, shunning myself OMG.)
◊ Spent roughly four hours at Cim&Wax's over things related to Adam and sometimes Kris, and apparently I have a giddy aura, or transmit giddy waves, or... yeah, I don't know. Wax, the Upright Cabaret vid is this one. It's all good! And this is why I should tweet things as they are said and happen, not several hours later. Like, I'm sure I also never told the story about how the other week I was making a late-night milk or candy (or both) run and this guy came up to me and asked if it was true I was about to die. He wanted to shake my hand, and then he went on his merry way. I think someone'd put drugs in his weed. SURREAL AND AWESOME.
◊ Walked home in the wee hours for the first time in months, and picked up my mail for the first time in weeks (hooray!), and there was a wedding invitation tucked in between the bills and spam. I think I actually whooped when I opened it in the elevator, 2 a.m. be damned, and now my face is stuck like this: :DDDDD