Today, I feel like I’ve realized why I was put on this planet. Not only am I good at what I do but I basically save lives!
A little dramatic, I know. But holy fuck. Someone’s mood can totally flip by just giving that extra effort of a blowout or simple highlights. I made two women today look 10 years younger. And even though I stomped around in 4 inch heels all day, feet are swollen and back is aching…I’ve never felt more self fulfilled in my life.
The scent of a certain YSL perfume always reminded me of my mom. When I was younger she’d spritz it on in the bathroom before she’d head off to work in the mornings. Whenever I smell the faintest scent of that perfume, I always think about that bathroom, and her long permed hair. I love that woman.
“Closing your eyes isn’t going to change anything. Nothing’s going to disappear just because you can’t see what’s going on. In fact, things will even be worse the next time you open your eyes. That’s the kind of world we live in. Keep your eyes wide open. Only a coward closes his eyes. Closing your eyes and plugging up your ears won’t make time stand still.”—Haruki Murakami, Kafka On The Shore (2002)
Brand new nail filers, brand new, cold showers on hot days, stripes, lady gaga, crisp spam, the smell of crisp spam, neon pink thongs, actually any article of clothing that’s neon pink, yellow or green…maybe blue, daisy dukes & cowboy boots, carne asada fries, BACON, woven bangles, 4 inch wedges, sugar skulls, my legs, a good tan, rimmel’s lash accelerating mascara, doe eyes, cracking my spine; feet & toes, soft lashes, spicy carrots from the taco truck on Thornton, Jameson, at the drive-in, franklin, dancing in nothing but my underwear and bra, laughing at other people with my sister, falling asleep to Debussy, eating menthol candies then chain smoking menthol cigarettes, coke zero, browsing for hours on pinterest to plan the non existent wedding I’m having (& you’re all invited!), paints, chalks, glitter, skin tight pastel pants, chiffon, old band tshirts and hoodies, singing, horchatas, beer, Santa Cruz, lauryn hill, one hit wonders, melon juice that have strings of melon still in there, my dad’s funny white lies, drug enhanced nights that im sure I’ll regret in the morning, sleeping naked, waking up to breakfast in bed, cheesy romantic comedies, CHEESE, free runs, sweating my ass off for the body I want, tube socks, bunny ears, lola’s scary ghost stories that I laugh to but end up not sleeping at night, VS’s body butter