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I feel pathetic today. I’d like to get a massage and then curl up with someone who loves me and have them stroke my hair and tell me I’m pretty.

Also my feet are full of broken glass and Tabasco. No, that isn’t a metaphor. I was wearing flip-flops at work last night and I dropped a large bottle of Tabasco from a decent height and it shattered right at my feet. I managed not to badly cut myself, just a couple small ones, and now I have have three or four little slivers of glass left in my feet (and one in my hand). Only cowboy boots at work for me from now on.

Last night at work was a fiasco. They changed the menu last night (it was supposed ot happen on Thursday). Which would have been fine, except that last night was Nashville Cares, where 30% of participating restaurant profits are donated to AIDS research. So we were slammed, short-handed, and had a new menu. We were only supposed to be taking reservation for 6 and 8 pm, so we could do 2 seatings (we only have 14 tables), but while I was out Sunday and Monday, the bartender took 4 reservations for 7 pm and didn’t write down phone numbers for any of them. ACK! One of the waitresses just broke up with her boyfriend and kept running into the bathroom to cry. The good news is, many, many upcoming nights at the restaurant will seem fabulous in comparison to that.

Currently on the main page at Free Will Astrology is a picture that my mom had a huge print of when I was little. Whenever I was sick, I would sleep in her bed instead of mine and spend hours staring at it a wondering where I needed to go to to look outside the edges of the universe. Which possibly explains a lot about how I think. Anyway I went over there to check out my horoscope which is interesting, though not full of the potential relevations one would hope for right before their birthday. Especially since I feel like I’m already doing the things listed in it.

I look mostly cute today: pointy black shoes, black cropped pants, white blouse, black and blue necklace. My hair still looks good, though I feel puffy and greasy and I don’t have any make-up on. Blech. Speaking of, is anyone using any brand of the powdered mineral make-up? Do you like it?

I was listening to the Descendents on the way to work today (Everything Sucks, probably not the best thing to cheer myself up with) and thinking about relationships. I swear, at the rate I’m going, batting about .100 in relationships, I expect I’ll end up marrying the first guy to send me flowers at work. Or really the first guy to send me flowers that aren’t bought from a convenience store. God, I can’t believe I just typed that. Seriously, I’m feeling like PMS levels of patheticness today, even though that isn’t the case.

Author: Ajax Bell

Seattle author. Stops to smell the flowers. Amateur nerd (I wanna go pro but I haven't found anyone to pay me). Humble hippo enthusiast. queer/bi. they/them.

8 thoughts on “blahblahblahwhinycakes

  1. i used bare minerals makeup for a while. i liked it, but i have too many blemishes and it just ended up being time consuming using the concealer. lol i do recommend it, though. it feels lighter on your face, like you’re not wearing makeup.

  2. You are pretty!

    Also my feet are full of broken glass and Tabasco. No, that isn’t a metaphor.

    But it sure would be an awesome metaphor! You should have one of your friends write a song about it.


    This is horrible. I will endeavor to cheer you up.

  4. Eeek, I am sorry for the shitty day. If it makes you feel any better, someone punched out our rear passenger window late last night and stole a couple packs of smokes. Nothin’ else, just the cigarettes. Fuckin’ bastards! Yes, is less than pleased, you should read his post… I sure wouldn’t want him to be that mad at me. EVER.

    In better news, I have more hours at work this week (19!!!!) and found the most perfect pair of jeans in the history of ever.

    Last night I went to a little (I do mean “little”, there were only 3 other people) SPN meet-up. I was old. 😦 It was fun, though.

    Feel better! I love you!

  5. Also?

    You’re pretty. *strokes your hair*

    OK, so I know it’s not the same thing, but at least I try.

  6. [flails]

    Take CARE of your bloody self!

    [wraps you in cotton]

  7. I use bareMinerals and absolutely love it. Every nurse that I work with uses it, too, and we all swear by it. No matter how much we sweat, it stays on.

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