glasses from texas; a hat from new orleans; and in the morning you can tell me your dreams
You know you've reached a certain level of slovenliness when you think to yourself "Man, I'm all sweaty from walking the dog. I need to get my damn hair off my neck. But man, I really don't wanna get up from my chair and my laptop to get a hair thingy.... " So you lean over the side of your desk chair and bam, there's two hair thingies sitting on the floor beside you.
In my defense, I also just have a bad habit of dropping my hair clips/ties/scrunchies/ribbons/whatever whenever I want them out of my hair, so there's not actually a lot of stuff on my floor, just them and some papers and shirts, but still. I felt a little gross picking an elastic off the floor to tie my hair back, idk.
Sidebar: idk how my profs are going to feel about me skipping my first class to read Rizzoli & Isles porn on Wanda in one of the common rooms, or about me reading Effing Dykes for the entirety of my corporate law class (I'M SORRY, BUT UNLESS ALEX CABOT STARTS TEACHING THIS CLASS, I FAIL TO SEE HOW IT WILL POSSIBLY BE INTERESTING, EVER), but I'm feeling pretty good about my choices.
Sidebar numbaaaaaah two; I never bought the Melissa Etheridge Greatest Hits: The Road Less Travelled set because I had all the music off of it on the original CDs. But how did I not know there was bonus video material on a second disc that I had never seen before? Because the performance of "You Can Sleep While I Drive" from the Women Rock! Girls and Guitars event?
Hoooolllleeeeee christ. With the leather guitar strap and the black, sorta-off-the-shoulder-sorta-not long sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the dark distressed jeans and the mussed up, post-sex hair and the slight-but-not-overdone-at-all-just-perfectly-perfect smokey eyes and oh my goodness, I'll just be in my bunk.
In my defense, I also just have a bad habit of dropping my hair clips/ties/scrunchies/ribbons/whatever whenever I want them out of my hair, so there's not actually a lot of stuff on my floor, just them and some papers and shirts, but still. I felt a little gross picking an elastic off the floor to tie my hair back, idk.
Sidebar: idk how my profs are going to feel about me skipping my first class to read Rizzoli & Isles porn on Wanda in one of the common rooms, or about me reading Effing Dykes for the entirety of my corporate law class (I'M SORRY, BUT UNLESS ALEX CABOT STARTS TEACHING THIS CLASS, I FAIL TO SEE HOW IT WILL POSSIBLY BE INTERESTING, EVER), but I'm feeling pretty good about my choices.
Sidebar numbaaaaaah two; I never bought the Melissa Etheridge Greatest Hits: The Road Less Travelled set because I had all the music off of it on the original CDs. But how did I not know there was bonus video material on a second disc that I had never seen before? Because the performance of "You Can Sleep While I Drive" from the Women Rock! Girls and Guitars event?
Hoooolllleeeeee christ. With the leather guitar strap and the black, sorta-off-the-shoulder-sorta-not long sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the dark distressed jeans and the mussed up, post-sex hair and the slight-but-not-overdone-at-all-just-perfectly-perfect smokey eyes and oh my goodness, I'll just be in my bunk.