22 May
O, back to work work work, and the new system is here! The upgrade, the upgrade, hoorah for the upgrade! And it sucks ass, hoorah! Or rather, not hoorah, but I'm trying to remain optimistic about the whole thing.
O, it is so buggy and dreadful and horrid and awful, and the engineers are working like toads to get the bugs out, but o, how I miss the old system.
My hair is PEENK, PEENK I say!
But, I hear you cry, your hair has been pink for what, ten days? Yes, my point is that I dyed it ten days ago and by golly it is still bright PEENK! And after months of the purple only staying purple for like five minutes, this other brand actually retaining its colour for ten whole days with no sign of lessening is such a thrill that I can hardly stay upright.
If you are planning on dying your hair an unusual colour, ducks, I recommend Special Effects over Fudge if you want it to last!
I have been listening to all of this folk music lately, in preparation for the new mix tape that is roiling inside of me, all tweedle dee deedle dee and toora loora loo and hey nonny nonny and death and murder and adultery. No wonder I like Eminem, he writes in a tradition hundreds of years old. The language is different, but the stories are all the same.
Awhile back, I keep forgetting to tell this story, but I told it to Melissa and Greg when I was went up to shoot the orchestra, and they said that I must write it down or they would never forgive me, and I couldn't stand for them to never forgive me, so I shall tell it now.
I had a dream about Eminem, in which I kept trying to give him advice and mother him. "If you ate better, your face wouldn't break out so much," I'd say, "And sweetie, stand up straight or you'll get a hunchback. And you really should stop with all the fag stuff, it's very ugly and doesn't become you."
I don't know what it is, but there is something about Eminem that brings out my maternal side. Clearly, he needs mothering and lots of it, especially if you have heard anything about his actual mother.
You know that you are getting old when you don't dream about fucking rock stars, but about being their Mom.
Lenten entries missed:
Michael realized that this was a whole new century, realized that he was Laughs for No Apparent Reason Guy, and talked about the sexiest movie in my recent memory, Hannibal.
Today's
horoscope:
Take stock of your vocational position today. Look for avenues to gain more power. Take a step closer to what you want.
One year ago today:
And find my fuschia bunny-fur earmuffs, because Zoe Glossip just isn't Zoe Glossip without fuschia bunny-fur earmuffs.
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