Some stuff
Made dinner tonight for Lauren, Dawn and Parker. Potato casserole, shake n bake chicken, caesar salad, brown sugar brownies!
Parker and I are doing a hair show on the 21st. Eight models... Seattle Metropolitan Magazine will be there. I'm nervous. They are going to tape it so I'll post the Youtube link then.
I'm broke as shit because of the economy. Not sure what I'm going to do. I'm going to try and find a second job but there isn't much available. I'm super stressed about it but I'm trying not to think about it.
I have a date on Wednesday. This week is ridiculously busy because of band and the hair show but whatever. I hope it's fun. I was supposed to have one last week with some other dude but he turned out to be a freak. Actually, I kind of don't give a shit about dudes anymore because I'm reserved to the fact that I'll probably get a hairless dog sometime soon and devote whatever love I have left to give to the dog. Being single is ok but it would be better if I was rich and happier hah.
I have this shit head, narcissistic whore of a client. She pretty much made me cry last time she was in and I'm not a crier. I kind of hate people who cry too much because it's annoying. Well I thought after the last appointment that I would never see her again but she's like the herpes virus and never really goes away. Except I get an outbreak of her every 10-14 days.
I've been to the doctor three times to clear up my fucking head fuck of a sinus problem. Still have it but also found out that I have arthritis. Fuck my body.
I went bra shopping last week because I had the shittiest bra ever. I wasn't excited about bra shopping because I usually end up pissed off with one bra to show for it about two hours in. This time I went to Nordstrom and was in and out with three bras in 20 minutes. The catch? Apparently I'M A FUCKING 36 FF. I wanted to pass out and hit my head on the dressing room stool and die. Maybe my second job could be an escort that specializes in TITTY FUCKING. Or I might just start bleaching assholes.
Parker and I are doing a hair show on the 21st. Eight models... Seattle Metropolitan Magazine will be there. I'm nervous. They are going to tape it so I'll post the Youtube link then.
I'm broke as shit because of the economy. Not sure what I'm going to do. I'm going to try and find a second job but there isn't much available. I'm super stressed about it but I'm trying not to think about it.
I have a date on Wednesday. This week is ridiculously busy because of band and the hair show but whatever. I hope it's fun. I was supposed to have one last week with some other dude but he turned out to be a freak. Actually, I kind of don't give a shit about dudes anymore because I'm reserved to the fact that I'll probably get a hairless dog sometime soon and devote whatever love I have left to give to the dog. Being single is ok but it would be better if I was rich and happier hah.
I have this shit head, narcissistic whore of a client. She pretty much made me cry last time she was in and I'm not a crier. I kind of hate people who cry too much because it's annoying. Well I thought after the last appointment that I would never see her again but she's like the herpes virus and never really goes away. Except I get an outbreak of her every 10-14 days.
I've been to the doctor three times to clear up my fucking head fuck of a sinus problem. Still have it but also found out that I have arthritis. Fuck my body.
I went bra shopping last week because I had the shittiest bra ever. I wasn't excited about bra shopping because I usually end up pissed off with one bra to show for it about two hours in. This time I went to Nordstrom and was in and out with three bras in 20 minutes. The catch? Apparently I'M A FUCKING 36 FF. I wanted to pass out and hit my head on the dressing room stool and die. Maybe my second job could be an escort that specializes in TITTY FUCKING. Or I might just start bleaching assholes.