Apparently, in dating world, women die after the age of 35. Read the searches. Men will say they are looking for someone between the ages of 27-35 or 25-35. So I'm in a Limbo state because I'm 37. I've seriously considered a fake ID to make myself late twenty-something,but that'd be a lie. I'm not comfortable with lying.
I don't even know if I want to date anymore. Isn't that the irony of things? I decided to commit to online dating and decide not to do it? I coulda bought an ipod!
Plus of the month - a woman gave me a $100 tip! She came into the salon for Valentine's Day and had several services done. We spent roughly 3 or 3 1/2 hours together. I figured I was getting a twenty,which would pay for pizza that night. She made my day. Bless her heart.
I've been shopping. I luckily had a nice paycheck, for a change. I need new shoes. They have to be black due to dress code. Also wanted to get some black pants. It's the wrong time of year. Regardless, of the rain beating down so hard that I keep searching for Noah's Ark, Spring fashion is in. Every thing is pink, coral, orange, neon (OMG, NO!!!), ....I need black.
Being deformed doesn't leave me many options either. It's worse than that I'm-the-fattest-girl-in-the-world-because-I-can't-find-a-pair-of-pants feeling. When you're fat,you can run and change that. But I'm trying to work with what I've got and it sucks. I ended up buying a pair of Converse I'd had my eye on;high tops with rainbow foil hearts. Later in the evening, a pair of Vans came home with me,too. Pink with Day of the Dead hankerchief motif. Muy cute!
Friday, I will venture out again and hope for shoes and pants. All black. Hot Topics doesn't even have enough black right now.
I'm on-call Thursday. Work is slow. I'm crossing my fingers I don't get called in. I intend to enjoy Happy Hour at Flames. It's my new,very fave thing. That is next to Coppering MAC eyeshadow.
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