shopping days till xmas: 15
days till I see my sweet: 16
days till Vegas: 24
days till Cuba: 46
yeah so i don't know what to talk about. i'm kinda grumpy this morning, and i know why. i need to have a good long talk with my mom, but i've been shoving issues under the bed for a couple of weeks now and surprise surprise my fuse is really short. so like i know i have to talk to her about these things, but i just know it will end in a big fight. fuck.
in other news tonight is my friend's birthday and we're having a big earth shaking party in her flat (which is 2 floors down from mine), followed by some booty shakin' at a club nearby. i'm making her a birthday cake (cuz that's just what I do) and i'll be curling her hair all up like a porn star (cuz that's just what she wants me to do). then saturday morning i have an appointment with my masseuse for my lymphatic draining (yey) and then i'm having these tresses from hell removed from my head for a breif time. 2 weeks with hair belonging to someone that i don't even know is still alive or not is long. i scrubed the fucking hell out of my scalp last night over the bathtub and got shampoo in my eyes.
what a weekend. i just called my stylist and she's squeezing me in at 8:30 to get my roots touched up, then i have to rush to Saint Eustache to the masseuse at 10. glam life right? hah!
days till I see my sweet: 16
days till Vegas: 24
days till Cuba: 46
yeah so i don't know what to talk about. i'm kinda grumpy this morning, and i know why. i need to have a good long talk with my mom, but i've been shoving issues under the bed for a couple of weeks now and surprise surprise my fuse is really short. so like i know i have to talk to her about these things, but i just know it will end in a big fight. fuck.
in other news tonight is my friend's birthday and we're having a big earth shaking party in her flat (which is 2 floors down from mine), followed by some booty shakin' at a club nearby. i'm making her a birthday cake (cuz that's just what I do) and i'll be curling her hair all up like a porn star (cuz that's just what she wants me to do). then saturday morning i have an appointment with my masseuse for my lymphatic draining (yey) and then i'm having these tresses from hell removed from my head for a breif time. 2 weeks with hair belonging to someone that i don't even know is still alive or not is long. i scrubed the fucking hell out of my scalp last night over the bathtub and got shampoo in my eyes.
what a weekend. i just called my stylist and she's squeezing me in at 8:30 to get my roots touched up, then i have to rush to Saint Eustache to the masseuse at 10. glam life right? hah!
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schism13:
Are the ones in the group the ones you were talking about yesterday, or is there still more?
psyko514:
Stylists and masseusses... excuuuuuuse me 