i'm over giving these things titles

my hairstylist cut my hair uneven in the back. i think she did it on purpose, but it's so slight of a difference that it's been making me feel incredibly uncomfortable and imbalanced.

earlier today i received two separate phonecalls from chicago friends badgering me about moving there asap. they listed all good reasons for why i should be in chicago and not michigan, and even offered their living spaces, but i really think they just need help paying rent hahha. maybe if they got me a job...

http://www.forbes.com/2009/02/06/most-miserable-cities-business-washington_0206_miserable_cities.html
this just in: Chicago got rated 3rd most miserable city in America......

dis-con-nect

the other day michael told me that he wanted to get rid of his rabbit. when i asked him why, his response was, "i'm just not clicking with it." he is absurd.

justin has started calling me a whore, and i like it.

i am absurd.

s0ul-se@rching

i've started attending yoga classes with chris in downtown birmingham. i feel "renewed". we got there late so we were forced to be separated, and i got wedged next to a lady with a case of heavy wheezing. everyone had assumed different poses, so i just took the safe route and made an L with my legs to the wall like the lady on my left. the instructor was very warm and unassuming (much like they should be). occassionally she would come over and gently put her hand over mine to guide me and then whisper, "good job." she was filled with the cliche yoga phrases like, "you deserve this" and "listen to your body" and "use this to escape whatever is troubling you." once she even threw in "make a beyonce booty."

i might go to a few more sessions because the first week is free, but then i am afraid that i do not have the funds to afford such a cosmopolitan lifestyle. then again, i prefer fresh experiences like this when it's still new and i don't know anyone and haven't made it a routine. i hate being a regular anywhere. the moment someone knows exactly what i'm going to order before i even open my mouth is the moment that i know i can never return.

last night i got called off of work, so i joined chris at java hut to job search (unsuccessfully) while he studied body tissue. the middle aged lady next to me was chatting it up on facebook. her profile picture was of her and her dachschund. i enjoyed this. she also received phone calls from most likely her bff, bitching about some asshole man in her life, but then shaking it off with forced confidence, as if she had bigger and better things coming. she does, i'm sure. don't we all.

i have been having separating anxiety from everyone lately. i need to be among friends, or strangers, even if we don't talk and just sit together in silence. my energy needs to be focused outward and not inward.

look at me, i have become hokey to the max....

saving lives

the ladies i work with at crisis hotline post-poned our dinner plans. those bitchez....

i love those ladies soo so much. they are the reason i get up every tuesday morning. why is it that i always seem to connect with middle-aged women? we have such girly chats consisting of things like cooking, traveling, movies, menopause/aging, beauty secrets, gardening, etc. i have happily been taken in as their child. when they talk about things that i can't relate to, someone always eventually notices and brings me back in by asking me about my trips to chicago/haircuts. so considerate.

justin's mom handed out pamphlets about the women's spiritual retreat that i am totally partaking in next month. (she corrected me and said that it wasn't necessarily spiritual, but i think it sounds more exciting that way, so i'm going to keep calling it that.) she describes it as a day for us to celebrate ourselves, how kewt. all of the hotline ladies are invited, and i'm pretty sure that the average age of attendees will be 56. while i'd like to think that this day will be magical, it will probably just be a cool experience. i am so pumped.

i have so many avocados that need to be turned into guacamole asap. i think justin is going to come over tonight and we are going to make guac and play some ridiculous game like yahtzee.
this is a plus.

whomp whomp........

just had the most unfriendly trader joes cashier ever. she was such a bitch! i felt like i was shopping at jewel osco, she was clearly suicidal. there was no, "how are you?" "any exciting plans for the evening??" "oh my god, these prig khing green beans are GREAT..." last time i was there, the cashier told me that i was beautiful. (i told susan this story, and she was completely unimpressed and said that she thinks they're paid to say that....) but really, trader joes employees are usually sent from the heavens, and i depend on that kind of customer care. i mean, i don't have a boyfriend so my self-esteem needs to be boosted somehow...haha

what a disappointment. oh well.
at least they were playing bobby vee.

cold weather romance

lisa has been chatting it up with the direct tv guy for the past two hours. they're practically planning their lives together at this point. (he's black, obviously.)

where's MY snowbunnie????

megabus megasuxxxxx

my bus arrived to pick me up from downtown detroit 3 hrs late yesterday. i won't bore you with all of the downer details, but i will mention that, during that time, a homeless man tried to pull my mittens off of my hands. i won. what he did not know was that i did happen to have an extra pair of gloves in my backpack that i might have been inclined to give to him if he had asked me nicely. won't get anywhere with that kind of behavior......

and i think that our bus driver was blind and/or homicidal due to the day's circumstances. how i ever made it here is beyond me.