Apr 19, 2008 13:14
Nowadays I'm something of a characature, having quit cigarettes and picked up vegetarianism & yoga & Pema Chodron books, replaced nicotine with hair-cutting as my anxiety-reducing vice, cut away nearly all my summer-blonde and am left with winter-light-brown, a choppy mess. It suits me.
Planning to move into the city come September or sooner, searching for a place that's cheap cheap cheap. In the meantime living with my cheerful grandparents, saving pennies while I work for multiple catering companies (the "booth babe" job fell through...I knew it was too good to be true).
I'm living with my sister for a week, taking care of my parents' shitshow-of-a-household while they kick it in the Carribean with their rasta friends, who remind us from thousands of miles away to "be decent and proper". They are bringing me home a big beautiful conch shell plucked right from the ocean floor. Is there any work of art more perfect than a seashell?