April 2009
9 posts
i finally decided it’s time for a haircut… i haven’t had one since like november… and have just been cutting my bangs on my own. but i just called my hairstylist and he moved to LA. i want to cry… i loved him! not only for how he cut my hair but because he had the greatest aura and was just a lovely person.
waaaaahhh!
Lately I’ve felt the need to move. Away from here, to a city where no one knows me (again). This seems to be my pattern. Every so often I start over, I’ve been doing this since I was 17. The first time, I was terrified to move away to college, far enough away from my family, where I knew no one. But it seems to be my pattern, and I’ve been here almost four years… the 2nd longest I’ve lived anywhere since I was 14. But I don’t know where I’d go this time… maybe Paris or up the coast of CA. I love my city, it’s the first city I ever moved to that felt like home immediately. Other cities became home, but that was after time and it was the friends I made that made them feel that way. San Diego felt like coming home the first time I even visited here. Maybe its the fact that I’ve been living in the same house for over a year now… and that hasn’t happened in a long time… at one point I moved a total of 3 times in 6 months. And I’m not one of those people who can pack everything I own into my car. I have furniture, and clothes, and stuff. Which is part of who I am… I’m a crab, Cancer, a homebody. Which is why I wonder where the desire to move away again comes from (over and over). I can’t help but think it’s driven by all the uncertainty in my life right now.
“I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.”
—Marilyn Monroe
mystery solved
mass text.
But I’m still laughing over it!
LOL
Actual text message I just received
“Your the macaroni with the cheese girl”
I’m kind of at a loss how to respond. It came from someone I don’t know very well… in fact I met him once and have no idea why we exchanged numbers because I am 99.9% sure we’ll never see each other again… let alone call each other to meet up.
But really… ya damn right, I am the macaroni with the cheese!
I can’t help but think he meant to send it to another girl with my name… or that it was a mass text. But I’ll continue to giggle over it today… especially since my day has been a hot mess and I needed a laugh. And I’ll keep quiet about the improper use of the word “your”
