Sympathy for the Devil.
I disguised myself in sequined devil horns and stuck a glittery pitchfork in my back pocket for Halloween this year. Within an hour, the plastic headband, and presumably the work of Satan, were giving me a wicked awful migraine in my cubicle.
Once 11:30 AM hit, I stumbled into the potluck and sat down next to Karen, who had removed her blue wig and tossed it onto the table. "Karen, I'm gonna barf and I haven't even had your quiche yet," I said laying my head down on her soft wig.
"I don't know how you wear these fucking things," she gestured toward the wig. "I can't go 4 hours in it."
I though that a welcome comment compared to Peg's earlier one, which was that there are "so many beautiful wigs out there" she could "not understand why I stopped wearing them." I guess was to imply that my own hair looked like shit, which to be honest, it does. Thinking about going back to stupid fucking highlights or whatever else might make me look less like Gene Simmons. I am still grateful to have hair covering my head to even look bad, Peg's shitty comment aside.
Now it's November. The holidays. More potlucks. More peg. Hopefully fewer awful migraines. Trying to manifest that this upcoming full moon on the 12th. EVEN THOUGH Target was out of tealight candles for the ritual today.
Once 11:30 AM hit, I stumbled into the potluck and sat down next to Karen, who had removed her blue wig and tossed it onto the table. "Karen, I'm gonna barf and I haven't even had your quiche yet," I said laying my head down on her soft wig.
"I don't know how you wear these fucking things," she gestured toward the wig. "I can't go 4 hours in it."
I though that a welcome comment compared to Peg's earlier one, which was that there are "so many beautiful wigs out there" she could "not understand why I stopped wearing them." I guess was to imply that my own hair looked like shit, which to be honest, it does. Thinking about going back to stupid fucking highlights or whatever else might make me look less like Gene Simmons. I am still grateful to have hair covering my head to even look bad, Peg's shitty comment aside.
Now it's November. The holidays. More potlucks. More peg. Hopefully fewer awful migraines. Trying to manifest that this upcoming full moon on the 12th. EVEN THOUGH Target was out of tealight candles for the ritual today.