Hello 2010!
And fuck you.
So I decided to start blogging and when I entered blogger.com, I saw I already had started one! Apparently, I've not had much to say in 2 years.
So on to 2010. THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY YEAR. It really was. I felt the internal tides of change and all that jazz. And then the shit hit the proverbial fan...in every which way. But alas, it must get better, right? RIGHT?!?!?
But one thing I realized fully is that I have no creative outlet and I have shit to say...maybe to no one but myself but I'm still going to say it- and LOUDLY. That is my style.
My friend has this saying, "bag of hair." Bag of hair is a metaphor for your internal shit...the hidden stuff you need to sort out. This is because Jill is a white girl from the South side with a weave. What? Don't hate, girl's got thin hair! I have a fat stomach, she gotz a weave, i gotz my spanx! So when she comes over to our house to get ready, she literally has a bag of hair. One day, she as like, "Uh...the only weird thing about like, staying at a guy's place or hooking up with him is like, asking, 'do you have a plastic baggie....you know...for my hair?'" Personally, I think if the only shit you have hiding is a bag of hair, you are nearly perfectly sane. I don't even know what my bag of hair is but I'm going to get closer to finding it in 2010!
Happy new years, skanks. And honestly, if you've been having a good one, a little fuck you because I'm jealous and admittedly petty.
4 comments:
Calling us "skanks" is no way to get me to comment.
Except for this one.
i have a one of those christmas-tree hefty sized bags of hair in my purse at the moment. cant hide that shit.
My bag of hair is that my bag of hair is actually human hair attached to a head in my freezer.
And that head belongs to a certain clumsily dressed Englishman.
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