This was my first Valentine’s day in like 2 million years when I did not have a significant other. Over the many, many years, I have actually not cared much for the day – and it’s no wonder, given my relationship history, but, there IS a certain sadness when one is single, much like when one is in a bad relationship, when Valentine’s Day rears its ugly head.
So, I spent Thursday night and much of Friday listening to…
I’ve been online since birth, it seems. At least on days like today where I’m busily making online magic happen while courting indie bands on Twitter. Now that I think about it, the online life has been pretty rad this week… with one bizarre exception.
On the ML FB Page, I received a message from a “fan” concerning my last blog about my pedicure. The person says she is a pedicurist from Switzerland and essentially wanted to discuss my pedicure… then wanted pictures of my toes… and then the soles of my feet. Invasive questions were asked about “tingles” from the massage and just how ticklish my feet are.
Hmmm, so, you aren’t contacting me to hand me a book deal.
Instagram probably removes unsightly hair just as easily as a cosmetologist with tweezers…
My experiences with salons are much like my experiences with sex toys. Harrowing. Yet, I continue to court both experiences like they will, some day, actually not become a tragic memory. Yesterday, unfortunately, that was not the case. Again.
After an interesting Friday where I actually went to a movie with a person of the opposite sex (Scooter) and may have hallucinated a naked man sitting on my bedroom floor playing my drum, I was ready to just chill out for the rest of the weekend. I spent a bunch of time sleeping, maybe a few moments of work, and then a few movies with that obnoxious kid I love so much. It was a good Saturday.