Dear Nose. We've worked well together all these years, you've done a lot for me, I don't know that I would be the person that I am today without you, but after twenty years of residence on my face, I feel it's time I take you in a new direction, tailor you to fit my needs and aesthetics. Essentially, it will still be you, but you won't look the same anymore. People won't recognise my Jewish heritage when they see you, and people won't insist that you are in fashion, and give me character. You'll just be a nose. I'm not sure how I feel about that, I'm not good with farewells and I'm going to miss you dearly some days. I'm hoping that it subsides after a while, and I can appreciate your new form fully and without regret. It's been a long time coming, some may even say I've held off as long as I could, I didn't want to cause you pain intentionally, and I'm not sure yet how the rest of my face will react, I hope it's favourably and you can all work together again, although the dynamic may change, in essence, you'll all still be together.
I have to warn you, it's soon. It's happening at nine o clock on monday morning, I'm not sure if you can tell time, but if you can, at least you know. I've heard it isn't too painful, so you shouldn't worry about that, we've prepared for it, you and I. We'll pull through. I hope you don't decide to be bitter about this whole affair, and decide to rob me of my identity, I'd hope that we've come too far for that, we haven't always worked in harmony but ultimately I'd like to consider myself a friend, no hard feelings. Take care nose, farewell, I'll miss you, I promise.
x
p.s I've met a boy, he's australian and he's rather wonderful
My kidneys are playing up again, I've been peeing blood for almost a week now. As I write this I'm sitting on my bathroom floor, it's 6am and i haven't slept because of the pain, I can hear people going to work. It's marginally depressing.
I'll leave you with a photograph of the nose as it is now, before the surgery, and I'll give you one after.
And if you happen to be in the London area this saturday, come down to our very own Suicidegirls night at Punk.
I have to warn you, it's soon. It's happening at nine o clock on monday morning, I'm not sure if you can tell time, but if you can, at least you know. I've heard it isn't too painful, so you shouldn't worry about that, we've prepared for it, you and I. We'll pull through. I hope you don't decide to be bitter about this whole affair, and decide to rob me of my identity, I'd hope that we've come too far for that, we haven't always worked in harmony but ultimately I'd like to consider myself a friend, no hard feelings. Take care nose, farewell, I'll miss you, I promise.
x
p.s I've met a boy, he's australian and he's rather wonderful
My kidneys are playing up again, I've been peeing blood for almost a week now. As I write this I'm sitting on my bathroom floor, it's 6am and i haven't slept because of the pain, I can hear people going to work. It's marginally depressing.
I'll leave you with a photograph of the nose as it is now, before the surgery, and I'll give you one after.
And if you happen to be in the London area this saturday, come down to our very own Suicidegirls night at Punk.
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i do love the old nose...
but its like christmas!
cant wait to see yo face grrl
xx