This is my horoscope for the day, according to the prescient compustrologers bots employed by Yahoo!:
"If you're feeling low on energy right now, get out and surround yourself with people. Spending time in large groups will enliven your spirit today. Whether you're the center of attention or one of a million faces in a crowd, simply being surrounded by all that diverse energy will give you a jolt of enthusiasm. This is the perfect day for going to a large sporting event, an arena rock concert or even a business convention."
Well, I DO feel like ass. And I WAS thinking of going to see Tenacious D tonight, until I realized my paycheck still had not cleared.
Why do I feel like ass, you ask? Well, I have a cold. My first cold in two years. It will not go away. It has taken up residency in my face and my chest and the worst part of this is not that Ye Old Albuterol Inhaler finally kicked the bucket yesterday, but that it has interfered with my Grand Plan to Get Back on the Exercise and Eating Well Wagon So I Don't Feel Like Shit When I Turn 20-10, due to launch a few days ago on 11/14, one month out.
So, you know. I'm in a mad bood. Also, it's amazing how the encroachment of one's eyebrows can undermine one's self-confidence to such a debilitating degree. I intend to remedy that on my lunch break today at Vinita's Threading Salon in Westwood. Alas, the rest of my beautification, scheduled for tomorrow, may have to be postponed due to the current state of my bank account, effectively rendering my weekend "ruined."
I'd deal better with the cold if I was able to get my hair did. Instead, it looks like I'll have to default to Plan B: In Which I Indulge In Emotional Overeating, Yet Again.
Speaking of overeating, I know all of you were waiting for this: the cast for Vh1's next season of Celebrity Fat Farm, or whatever it's called, has been announced. Included on this exalted roster is none other than Dustin "Screech" Diamond, of the recent "sex" tape/dirty sanchez affair. I'm convinced he gained the weight just to be on the show. He seems so pathetically desperate. Why am I talking about this?
On that disgusting note, enjoy your weekend, kids. I'm off to get errant eyebrow hairs quickly pulled out of my face one by one by an Indian woman skillfully wielding a single piece of thread anchored between her teeth. No pain, no gain. Actually, it's not really painful at all. I much prefer it to waxing or plucking.
Never underestimate the power of a perfectly-shaped eyebrow arch, my friends.
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Marriage has shrunk your brain. I talked to you the day you got the job, nerdo!
I'm about to try a new wax place in the 'burb. I'll let you know how that goes.
Sigh.
It just feels like, no matter where I go, I'll never find another waxer who can simultaneously wrench hair from my intimate places while conversing about Polish visa processes vs. that of the United States, not to mention the health care and education disparities between the two countries.
I knew, I just knew that I didn't want to read the comments of this blog entry...
The place I'm going to does a "manzilian."
You should try it!
I can't believe I'm having this conversation, but yeah it's kind of gay to shave or wax it all off...And with that I'm off to therapy.
Man, you really slacked on the blogging! Isn't it funny how when you move away from NYC, you feel the need to be private and keep certain things sacred?
Miss reading about your life though!
I think that, in some respects, this blog has done its intented job.
However, I am still checking loyally.
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