For various reasons the past 4 days have been the worst days I can recall in recent history. Ugh people really bother me. Since I have ruled out the possiblity of having cool friends I am going to restart my long forgotten fitness program. I am also adding apartment decorating to my routine.

God I can't wait until Sarah comes to visit.

So I just got the worst phone call ever. My hair dresser Kat from Hungry (yes I am going to spell that wrong forever just to spite people) is in some sort of deportation jail. What the fuck. Now GW has fucked with my hair, my most single valued personal asset. Before I thought he was a bafoon and basic idiot. Now he falls into the piece of shit human being category. She said immigration officials treated her horribly (well June told me that who spoke directly w her). I wish I could help her out somehow.

Sigh- my user pic is the only remaining vestige of how great my hair once was. Will I ever achieve hair perfection w/o going to Sally Herschberger?

What a sad sad day...

"We had to move the P. We had to simplify it. Diddy is more personal. We are entering into the age of Diddy. It's a new era."

Diddy -- whose monikers have included Puff, Puff Daddy and Puffy, says Diddy is "a little bit more personal. I've let down my guard. I'm fully exposed. We are going to have a lot of fun with it. It is the return of hip-hop, rock 'n' roll superstars and they call them Diddy. I'm going to start talking in the third person everything."

I'm not sure that the above paragraph even makes sense. I loved Puffy back in the day, but now I'm just worried about him.

Remind me again when was he rock 'n' roll?

Last night at 8pm I decided to take a walk over to my hair salon. Why? Well for a few reasons- I love going there to hang out. It's a cool place and everyone who goes there often drops by to say hi, smoke a spliff, have a drink, etc. Sometimes I even end up scoring a free trim or something. I also wanted to see when Kat, my girl crush, was leaving me for Hungry. Turns out she is leaving TODAY. When she told me I flipped out. So of course I begged her to do my hair one last and final time. She said yes. She worked late into the night to color, highlight and cut my locks. I may never have good hair again. The whole time I was telling her not to leave, begging her not to go. My life will not be the same with out her. I even cried a little. I am so sad. In the matter of a week both of my loves Tom and Kat have disappeared from my life. Thinking back on it I am actually more devistated about Kat. I'm going to make a list in her honor of all the things I will miss about her:

Her Eastern European scaryness

Her ability to get me to color my hair blue and think its ok

Her moonshine in a random bottle with a cork stuck in the top

Her brownies

Her dislike of airconditioning

She dates soap opera stars

She wears vintage couture bought for dollars in the village

Her little dog that she tries to reason with instead of just training like a normal person

Sitting on her roof watching the sun set

The way she convinces men to let her take as many friends as she wants with her on their date

The way she imitates american accents with a slight distane

That fact that even though its 9pm at night and she is not packed she still takes the time to give me a head massage like none other

I could go on and on...

Since (e:paul) decided to try and trash me via his little dramatic story I have a few of my own to tell...

Let's see I'll begin with one of my personal favorites:

Paul a long long time ago decided to go to school in Germany. As a good and faithful girlfriend (key word faithfull- but we can come back to that) I wrote him all the time, sent him care packages and called him non stop. So when he was returning home after a year of not seeing him I was beside myself I was so happy. Well he comes home and the first full day he was home we decide to go hiking. And as always when we'd go hiking we took a little tab 'o acid. So la de da we are hiking, Im in love and happy. We sit down on this overhang, the sun is setting- ahhhh its so nice. Then just as I am peaking and happy Paul casually says I don't thing we should date anymore. So let's recap- Im in love, tripping on acid, peaking on acid, just had waited a entire year for him to come home, first day he is back he just mentions he does not want to date anymore.

Can anyone see why maybe just maybe I'd be a little pissed off at Saint Paul with the food posioning?