#41 or "Friday on my mind"

Today ends my string of days off.
Or as I like to call them, "Romantic Evenings With Myself."
Because let's be honest, no one wants to go to parks and museums and watch foreign films with me in bed.
I fill my own void of a boyfriend.

I told my boss yesterday I couldn't come in and help them out because I was out hiking.
On a rainy day.
Like I even hike.
That's so Bella Swan of me.
But it seemed preferrable to "I can't come in because I'm too busy getting mercilessly stoned and working on my novel."
But I don't regret my lies because I've been something foreign to me ... productive.

Tonight is a meeting for an underground magazine Hillary-Anne is starting.
How could I resist being part of a magazine called VAGINA?
Naturally, because I want to be there, I cannot go.
But I wrote a decent personal essay for it already.

Oh yeah, I also decided to declare myself a writer and take it seriously in the past 2 days.
That is until I crash and burn and find myself drowning in loans.
But here's to hoping it goes the other way!

Somehow the only friends I have now are all men.
Which is ironic because men are usually a little afraid of me.
Fuck who am I kidding?
Everyone's usually a little afraid of me.

My birthday is in about a month and I'm planning something spectacular for it.
You only turn 24 once! Plus, once I hit 25, I will be convinced I am old.
Hopefully all those people creeped out by me will attend.
If nothing else than from sheer curiosity

My life is perpetually that moment where you go to wash out a head of hair dye only to discover the water has been shut off.

#41 - When faced with any confrontation, burst in to tears and begin yelling about how your father molested you as a child.