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I'm 24 and deeply in love. Books, whiskey, rock and roll, I'm also here. And here. |
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2009-06-29 19:25:00 ET So... I got some Kryolan Eyebrow Plastic, and have been experimenting with covering my eyebrows and drawing them on. I like the additional options that drawn on eyebrows afford you, but shaving those suckers off is too much of a commitment, and presents the problem of waking up looking like an alien every morning. And while scaring the bejeezus out of Gavin every morning might be pretty hilarious, I think it might have some negative impact on my self-esteem. But yeah. I drew them on Saturday and Sunday night, and I think I'm getting the hang of it. A hat helps. </uninteresting entry about my grooming>
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2009-06-27 21:15:22 ET a certain amount of privacy. I'm fairly frank and open about many aspects of my life, but there are a few things I just don't care to share. For example, I'm not a public cryer. If I absolutely have to do that shit, I much prefer to do so far, far from other people. Also, I don't share my financial woes with people whom I know are better off than I am. Because the last thing I want is for it to be misconstrued as a desire for "help". There's a laundry list of other things, but we'll save that for later. So... my boss/friend and coworkers/friends (all of whom have other, 'real' jobs and more money) and I were drinking after shift last night, and apparently it got to my boss that Gavin ad I were behind on rent this month (certainly not because I shared with them). So my boss calls us out in front of everybody, including a few strangers and starts crying (also, crying people make me EXTREMELY uncomfortable) and asking why we didn't ask for help. THEN she demands that we "give her a number". What the fuck, dude. Overstepping boundaries, much?
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| Things Take Care of Themselves | |
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2009-06-25 19:58:34 ET Karma rules. A girl I've met a handful of times at parties and such (we were always friendly, but only barely acquainted) has apparently been talking a BOATLOAD of shit about me since around the first time we met. I found this out a week or so ago. But I just couldn't bring myself to care. She wasn't really a part of my life, and anyone I care about would be able to tell what was true and what wasn't. So I just blew it off. But the funny part: Apparently one of the things she always made a big deal about is my big, crooked nose, and how ugly it makes me. I just heard yesterday that she got drunk at a party and broke her nose this weekend. Heh.
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