So......., I'm really just whatever about that right now.
I have something serious to share with you tonight. I had a funky day. Over all there was nothing remarkable about it. Nothing good. Nothing bad.
Yesterday, kind of randomly, I called and made an appointment to get my hair done tonight. Cut. I love getting my hair cut. I find it very cathartic. There's a joy for me to see all that hair chopped off and left on the cutting room floor. I haven't found another stylist since I moved here. For any self respecting girl, a stylist is a long term commitment. I am going have a very co-dependent relationship with my stylist. He or she will be the most intimate, constant person I will know for what could potentially be for the next decade or so. Only financial ruin will prevent me from seeing my stylist. I think you get the point. I met mine tonight!
My hair looks fantastic. It's a touch shorter than I'd like it, but it will look effing great blow dryed straight. I got foils thrown in at the last minute. A lush-us caramel against my brown-black curls. I am happy to say the least. I was in an Aveda salon so I jumped on a madagascar candle and some product. I then picked up some sushi and headed home. I asked the order dude if I could buy a beer to go. He grabs a Kirin out of the fridge and says $4.42. I pay the guy, pack my beer in my purse and grab my sushi and head home. I wanted a Sapporo but I decided not to push my luck.
So I get home, enjoy my sushi pop my beer and become just a little melancholy. No reason, just did. Well, I decided to cheer myself up and I went to my room and went to my closet to dig out the only thing after a hair stylist that would make me happy at that moment.
I strap on a pair of shoes whenever I want to feel sexy. Or just better in general. I love walking around in 4 inches of strappy stiletto goodness. I feel like all is right with the world again. I never wear them outside. Truth be known, most of them look great on but are absolutely not practical As a matter of fact, unless I'm just simply standing or sitting, these shoes really aren't comfortable for long. It's like I buy a "skinny shoe" or something. It'll look good in the mirror as long as I don't bend over or, I don't know, breathe. I will buy them anyway.
I have a pair of very cute ones tonight and thought I'd share some of my sexiness with the internet world.
Aren't they hot? And with the tanned legs too. Too bad my feet hurt.
I almost forgot. I got my water in today!