way too hot to just add to the links, too good for the gentleman's club...my girlfriend, cordelia chase.

amy’s girlfriend

I finally got my hair done. Before I start complaining about it, I want to first say that the girl who did it is absolutely awesome. I really do think she knows what she is doing, and she's a very talented stylist. She just cut my bangs VERY, VERRRRY short. It was not what I had wanted AT ALL but before I was even able to say this she had taken out her razor and was joyously slicing away at my hair. I almost couldn't breathe as I realized what was going on. Oh SHIT. So yeah, I look straight out of some mid 90's twee band with this hair and the large blonde streaks on either side do not help. However, hair grows and though I stunted my hair growth long ago by being stupid, it will take longer but it will grow out eventually. Slowly but surely. Like waiting for a pot to boil....

Anyway.

On Thursday I went to Ben's art show at the Galaxy Hut. I had already been put in a bad mood earlier by my obnoxious, drunken father so even though I was delighted to be in the presence of so many old, dear friends I felt strange, detached and out of it. I drank a lot of beer, and socialized, looked at all of Ben's awesome art and watched Huddo rock out on his keyboard. I felt so proud of Ben. I missed everyone so much. I saw old City Paper co-workers, very few of them I even achknowledged. Sometimes I am SO weird in that respect. That whole room was an intense ball of nostalgia for me and I found myself getting increasingly more depressed. A few things which I will not mention became the straw that broke the camels back and I just kind of lost it. And I cried. A lot. And I was hugged, and stroked, and comforted like a little lost child that throws a tantrum in a department store. I wanted to blame it on the alchohol but it wasn't because I cried as much the next day sober. I'm just not right these days. I reeeeely need to be on medication again and it sucks not having the means to be.

Afterwards me, Ben, my sis (ANGIE!), Brad and Scott went to Barnside and I got to catch up with Ben and had some yummy french toast and Ben made me laugh so hard I almost cried (but in a good way) and I felt a lot better.

So today I went for some therapuetic shopping with sister !Angie! She bought an adorable dress at Betsey Johnson for my cousin's wedding and I sat on the sofa and read magazines as pretty, toned girls tried on tiny sizes eyeing themselves in the mirror disapprovingly, twisting and turning to take in every angle. I bought a couple shirts, some rosebud salve, a book of Yoshitomo Nara postcards, some new LUSH BIG shampoo and babyface soap, Kiehl's w/ Silk Groom for my newly fried bleached hair, and a new pair of hot sunglasses.
I went to Subway for lunch and a dumbass in line in front of me requested a "Wheat bread jawn". After he went to the bathroom as they made his "jawn", he came back and looked at his sub with dissaproval. "I ain't want no maynonaise!" and then as he paid and was asked what kind of sandwich he got he said "A half inch jawn" because as we all know, Subway is now serving the Guinness Book of World Records Smallest Subs. I love idiots and I love the fact I don't work at Subway.

The end.