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Traumedey
Friday, April 2, 2010 / 1:25 PM

A Traumedey.

A trauma/comedy.

Thats dussys word for his life. I think i'm going to apply it to my blog. It sounds right. Like everything is both awful and hilarious. Like an oreo that somebodys already licked the icing out of.

Basically what i'm trying to say here, is that i got my weave.

Its... SO good. and sooooo bad. Its looks totally different. I'm still so high off the experience with Tyffany (with a y). She is coming off laryngitis, so she wasn't supposed to talk.

Not talking for her was an exceptional amount of talking.

We talked about her parents drug addiction and how they moved her from maui to anchorage.

thats hawaii to alaska.

talk about traumeodey...

We talked about her boyfriend whos 4 years younger and plays video games all day, but that he's the best boyfriend she's ever had. He bought her a very cute heart ring. we're waiting for him to catch up in maturity to propose. we're thinking this summer, maybe after her cousins wedding?

We talked about the bars, the clubs, drinking and being sober. About how she stalked my fiance when he first got out of jail and he went to her for a haircut.

I really like her. Like, seriously and honestly.

I've never met anybody without a filter and she blew my mind with chatter.

And gave me the harshest weave.

Now i'm sitting in rudis single bed, with her 40 pound cat on my legs and Roo herself cuddled up to my side.

This is the best.

Now, we watch one tree hill reruns and drink tea.


i believe there is a cheese scone in my purse that i would like...


oh dear.