hello world.

so we're moving. thats good news. house hunting however is the worst possible thing ever. i hate it. seriously, not knowing where you're going to be living is the most giant pain in the ass of my life.

and we want a super cool place so its going to be an uphill battle all the way.

annnyywaaays.

i'm so proud of my boy for going out there and killing it so hard. he'll be tattooing at government st tattoos from june onward and its going to be absolutely the best.

me? i'm looking for another chinese buffet and cantonese family that i can implant myself in.

i wonder if we make other people uncomfortable with the way we chop the english language. or the way we yell and butcher words. We being the waitresses at the driftwood.

you know you're comfortable when you walk into a chinese kitchen and yell 'how many minute?! David, you say 2 minute! it more then 2 minute!'

'you take too much the long'

'how you say the broccoli'

'you are being so dum-dum'

there is nothing i will miss more then being smacked on the arm and told i am too dum-dum.

in other, non-buffet related news.

i'm getting a weave.

is that bizarre? i feel like it sounds bizarre. like something i shouldn't be doing but i just cant help myself.

the lure of 14 inches of hair that previously was not there, that i will probably never be able to grow in my life is too much for me. the siren song of virgin indian hair has ruined me.

i'm so embarrassed.

if i cant admit it to myself here, i wont be able to face myself on wednesday morning when a very flamboyant young woman named tyffany (with a 'y' not an i, i like to distinguish myself from other young hairstylist in the area. though you know, no one can do a weave like me. is that your natural color? what an ashy brown. i have the perfect match for that. do you like my hair? its all weave. 20 inches. yeah, i know. i'm pretty incredible) spends 2 hours sewing some poor womans hair into my head.

i'm a monster.

but i'm about to be a monster with 14 inch longer hair and an extremely boosted sense of self.

oh dear.

hello world.

so we're moving. thats good news. house hunting however is the worst possible thing ever. i hate it. seriously, not knowing where you're going to be living is the most giant pain in the ass of my life.

and we want a super cool place so its going to be an uphill battle all the way.

annnyywaaays.

i'm so proud of my boy for going out there and killing it so hard. he'll be tattooing at government st tattoos from june onward and its going to be absolutely the best.

me? i'm looking for another chinese buffet and cantonese family that i can implant myself in.

i wonder if we make other people uncomfortable with the way we chop the english language. or the way we yell and butcher words. We being the waitresses at the driftwood.

you know you're comfortable when you walk into a chinese kitchen and yell 'how many minute?! David, you say 2 minute! it more then 2 minute!'

'you take too much the long'

'how you say the broccoli'

'you are being so dum-dum'

there is nothing i will miss more then being smacked on the arm and told i am too dum-dum.

in other, non-buffet related news.

i'm getting a weave.

is that bizarre? i feel like it sounds bizarre. like something i shouldn't be doing but i just cant help myself.

the lure of 14 inches of hair that previously was not there, that i will probably never be able to grow in my life is too much for me. the siren song of virgin indian hair has ruined me.

i'm so embarrassed.

if i cant admit it to myself here, i wont be able to face myself on wednesday morning when a very flamboyant young woman named tyffany (with a 'y' not an i, i like to distinguish myself from other young hairstylist in the area. though you know, no one can do a weave like me. is that your natural color? what an ashy brown. i have the perfect match for that. do you like my hair? its all weave. 20 inches. yeah, i know. i'm pretty incredible) spends 2 hours sewing some poor womans hair into my head.

i'm a monster.

but i'm about to be a monster with 14 inch longer hair and an extremely boosted sense of self.

oh dear.