Monday Pubes

I don’t have a whole lot of time to write a post this week, but I figure something is better than nothing. So, I wrote you guys a haiku. I’m not even sure if it’s a legit haiku, but here it is:

A True Story

Trimming my pubes now

A breeze catches a loose one

In my eye it goes

I have very little time for the awesome things in life right now, so that’s why this post is so short. No matter what I do, time escapes me lately. For example, this morning I woke up totally on time and ready to go. I put on a new dress I bought last weekend, walked all the way down to my car in my crazy stripper heels, looked down and realized my dress was crazy-see-through. Like vulva-see-through. Awesome, but not work appropriate. Will I wear it to the casino on Thursday nights for karaoke? Yes. Will I wear it to my new grown-up job? Maybe not so much. So, I run back upstairs (really, it was more of a trot hobble due to my crazy shoes. I trobbled.) and tried to find a different outfit. I was taking clothes on and off so fast that I got sweaty. Then I almost started crying because I was bloated, on my period and sweaty – all by 8:30 AM.

It’s only Monday.

In other news, I started a “book club” with my mom. We are reading Devil in the White City by Erik Larson, and because of my busy school schedule and her busy work schedule we are trying to read it at a steady but easy pace. If you would like to join us in our reading adventure we plan to have one part read a week. There are four parts and the epilogue so that’s five weeks.

If you haven’t heard of the book here is a warning: it’s based off of real life events and it’s about a serial killer. If you are even kind of squeamish or get scared easily this may not be the book for you. Let me know in the comments if you’ve read the book before (no spoilers! You will be shunned!).

I love all of you.

Happy Monday!

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4 comments

  1. Trying to find time for anything in amongst being a ‘proper grown up’ with a ‘proper grown up job’ is bloody impossible. Lame as.

    One great thing about my job is that I don’t have to wear ‘proper grown up’ clothes. Right now I am dressed like a fourteen year old skater kid (dirty jeans and dirty chucks and a t-shirt – the t-shirt is clean) and no one cares. But I realise how lucky I am, I’ve had to do ‘corporate casual’ before and it made me feel like I was dying on the inside.

    1. As an animator, I get the same “dress like a kid” benefits too! I get constantly nagged at by my mother and mother-in-law to at least pretend that I’m going to a proper job though.

  2. I had a Monday meltdown too. I went into work thinking of catching up on my blogging, since I had already finished all my assigned shots (including shots that I have to clean up for other people)… and then I got lumped with cleaning even more shots!

    Just at that point, I got an email saying that the press release I submitted to a client (for my night-job) wasn’t satisfactory and required rewriting, even though I followed the brief closely. Guess what changes were asked for? Stuff that contradicted the brief!

    Add to that my brother constantly harassing me to enter this animation contest that I can’t, and well… I was just up to my ears in high blood pressure.

    That all said, it still beats getting a pube in the eye.

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