witnit

"I remember when first we kissed, though it was nothing at all like a wrecking ball."

Gillian and I are having a wee singalong.

So I survived my week alone despite small incidents such as locking myself out of the apartment and finding a catepillar in my edamame (well, I found it in my mouth but it got in there from the edamame).

Happy news is that my corset arrived and is beautiful. It even smells pretty. It also looks fucking badass on me except when a camera is pointed in my direction. I will try to catch it unawares and get some good pics of it that way, no harm waiting as it'll be a while before I can close it fully.

I am suffering from hair boredom. I'm supposed to be letting it grow but it takes so damn long and it's been the same colour scheme since April. Here's a recap:

April - now
Feb - April
Jan - Feb
July last year
all natural
my favourite, but that hairdresser left the country shortly after that

Now, my original plan was to let it get long then let it dread (possibly with a little encouragement) since that's what it seems most inclined to do of its own accord, but I'm so fucking bored waiting. Hate maintenance but like change. Also hate going to hairdressers I don't know and trust. Being a girl is *such* a hassle.

PAX is this coming weekend so I am feeling a bit bummed out about not being there. I realise that the disappointment is due to the fact that I was very lucky and went last year and that that was the exception and this is normal and if I'd kept my job and been miserable all year I would be going to PAX now. I just feel like complaining. Woe is me, etc.
I'm going to put on some Frontalot and have a cry.

"Now it's time for a little braggadocio while I swing my arms like Ralph Macchio"