Lorraine Says: Ew, That Much Hair is Gross
1. You always want what you can’t have: I’ve been uber restless at home, wanting to get out and struggle and make mistakes and account to no one! It sounds amazing in theory and maybe even on paper but it was sobering to see people on the other side of that, actually struggling to pay rent, having all the freedom and just living so far into their own lack of structure. I'm not saying it's a bad thing. I don't know which manner of living is better or worse, too much freedom or too much constraint. I AM saying that I’m very
2. Sober. It feels a little like I’ve been drunk for a few months. Rox and I have had great times, and we’ve built this friendship around it. But it feels like life is sitting there, tapping its prissy little foot at me, waiting for me to put my britches on and get to it. Stop judging me life. It’s not like you’re gonna give me any answers, or make it any easier for me to figure or just what “it” I’m getting to. Was that all a little
3. TMI? Not too much information, too much intestine. Like when a bug flies into your windshield and has purple guts. That’s too much intestine. I’ve got a car sitting outside with road dust and TMI. I really have no idea what this has to do with anything, other that the fact that I feel like I’m covered with road dust. Coming home, dusting off my feet, appreciating my bed, my dark room, my slightly outdated laptop. Sitting here cold, messaging Roxanne and feeling like something has to change, something has to happen, but maybe it’s not as romantic as it once was. It’s less damsel in distress and more damsel needs to get a damn job and pay off her credit card debt and save money. I think I’m going to write that children’s book. Possible titles? I Ate Cinderella. Prince Charming Took A Wrong Turn. You Would Be Sleeping, Wouldn't You? Ew, That Much Hair is Gross. Stay Away From Dragons, Idiot.
It’ll be a work in progress.