Now... where was I?

Oh yeah.
TC was a shit.
(Big news.)

Once I got away from him and got here and got it outta me, I had a rather (rather? Try "wholly"...) uncharacteristic response to his bullshit.

I had asked the waitress who got me started with alla this "colors" crap what kind of lipstick she uses.
Mind you, I don't, never have and thought I never would wear lipstick. The tinted Chapsticks are about as far as I go with that shit.
Real lipstick always looks and tastes like shit. It's too heavy and unnatural and I understand that it has a propensity to get on your teeth, ew.

Found out she uses lipGLOSS too and where she gets it.

Same place I get everything hair related. Cool. I have a card for that place.

So, I go to get JUST LIPGLOSS (sigh) and see these hair-things that another chick that I work with sometimes has a few of and got one for myself.

It's a huge curly "ponytail". It secures to your own ponytail with a huge-assed clip.

I love this thing.
And, so do the prep guys, several of the waitresses and Eric.

I've been called "Farrah" by four different people (altho, the first time, it was all my own hair that prompted the remark, however the same person said it again about the "ponytail" last night *grin*) and got a "beautiful" from the second cook-guy last night.

I also got two lipglosses.
Two shades of pink.

*rolling eyes heavenward, as if to ellicit a response to the question...*

WHO DA FUCK AM I THESE DAYS?

I also redid my nails and without benefit of Sally Hansen's system, which I've been using forever. They quit making the nail repair kits. Can't find 'em around here, anyway.
It was freaking me out. I had no idea how else to do this shit and they were needing to be re-done badly. (Adding to my stress-factor, btw, when dealing with TC, no doubt. My fingers were hurting by then...)

Wanna guess where I found the answer?

Yes.
The same beauty supply place.

Jesus.
I'm in there more often than the fuckin' grocery store anymore.
Me.
Miss I-wanna-be-a-guy.
It's wiggin' me OUT, I tell ya.

Anyway, the system I got there is a VAST improvement over Sally's, so my nails came out GREAT and it was tons easier.

So, I get bitched out and the next day I work, I come back with excellent looong nails, a huge gorgeous hair style and truly colored lips.

Take that, TC.
I think.

Hell, I really don't have a clue as to why I'm doing alla this shit these days.
I really don't.

Part of me is fine with it, like "whatever, man...".
Then, there's the part of me that's almost appalled by it all, which wars with the part of me who actually, secretly, likes this shit.

Christ, I'm triplets.
That's a sure sign of Armegeddon....

Wanna know how far it's gone already?
When I got home from work Thursday night, I needed to run to the store.
Before I did that, I actually re-curled my bangs and re-set the ponytail and frickin' PRIMPED (*shudder*) to go to the fuckin' grocery store.

I caught me doing that just as I was spritzin' the hair spray.
"Da fuck are you doin', you dork? Yer goin' to _______'_, not a beauty contest. Re-curling hair, fixing makeup, Jeezus...."

Thank Gawd I was braless under my work shirt.
That, coupled with the black sweatpants I threw on and the fact that I just threw my lace-up boots on without tying them, made me feel more myself.

Myself from the neck down, that is.

Felt like I had Zsa Zsa Garbor's head, or something.
Fuckin' freaky, man...

Now, before I forget yet again, let me settle an age-old arguement between the sexes.
It's at work this revelation came to me and has been repeated to me more times than I care to (goddamned have to) deal with.

Men....

From this day forth unto forever, you are ALL hereby allowed, nay URGED, to ignore women and their bullshit about pissing on toilet seats.
Where women get the chutzpa to bitch about y'all is beyond me, seeing as to how every fuckin' time I go to pee at work, I need at least half a roll of paper to wipe the goddamned seat after some disgusting BITCH has pissed all over it.
In fact, guys, could ya's all please purposely start pissing around the entire circumfrence of every toilet seat you happen upon?
Please?
For me?

I'd appreciate knowing that karma is in full effect each time I'm forced to clean up some skanks bio-hazardous remnants.

Thank you ver' much.

Okay.
I feel better now.

Next thing is:
I'm going back by the horse place again. I've been by a coupla times and haven't seen the horses yet. Either way, whether I see them or not, I think, this time, I'm gonna actually stop and ask about 'em.

If they're gone, I'm going back to the show barn Brandy came from.

Every single day, the longer this phase of my life goes on- the harder it gets, the more worn down I get- the worse missing Storm becomes.
Yes, I needed him before, in the first place, but I need him even more now.
Him or another as like him as I can find.
I need my buddy back.
Now.

*coupla minutes later*

Is that everything?
I think so.
I don't feel as bunged up as I did, but I also feel like I'm forgetting some-lil-thang...

Oh well.
If I am, I'll be back sooner than later, is all.

Pray for me with this horse thing, could ya?
That's one's too big. That one I need help with.

Thanks and...

Peace

Posted by: Stevie at 03:06 PM

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