Reason 578325 why today was the highlight of my month thus far: spent all afternoon at the track, down and dirty in the pits (omg the smell of the engines and melting tar/oil/fuel/rubber… Indescribable aphrodisiac, I’m telling you), revived dead baby jokes at dinner with my partner and her friends after playing show and tell in the just-built new condo disco shower. (9 nozzles and customized light show = reason to party).
And goddamn if it isn’t a gorgeous springsweet Indiana evening.
“Busy Bees’ expert housekeepers will dust, spray, scrub, wipe, scrub, wipe, mop, and sweep your floors, surfaces, baseboards, and more…. Customers who would like their house cleaned by actual bees should reevaluate their dreams through Internet research.”—
- shockingly clever copy from today’s groupon offer, which I would, ahem, love someone to buy for me… though perhaps I, too, should be reevaluating my dreams through internet research.
Face - freshly scrubbed and moisturized, tingling with a delightful new night cream (work swag - have I mentioned I love my job?).
Hair - let’s call this an ‘artful braided knot’ tangled somewhere above my right shoulder, remnants of today’s less-than-artful day-after-washing-dry-shampoo-desperation ‘do… which ironically garnered me several compliments. ain’t life strange.
Nails - painted. (gasp!) A deep crimson rose color that I wish were more on trend because coral and turquoise do this pale gal no favors whatsoever. I feel like a forties film star. Or Barbra Streisand in Funny Girl, minus a good half inch of nail length and that bastard Mr. Arnstein, though god help him he was a handsome devil. You know… my great aunt played bridge with him, with Omar Shareef that is. Apparently he’s very good.
Wardrobe - vintage silk negligee. matching peignoir in the closet. (If you must wear anything to bed, have some pride. Make it sensuous. Make it silk. Side note: one of my favorite words is diaphanous. Isn’t that a beautiful term? Imagine if whispers could not only be heard… but seen.) Related: What I wouldn’t give for some maribou slippers.
Mind - shockingly peaceful. Thoughts dulled to a smooth whir after an altogether invigorating day of meetings. No, really. It was the kind of day that inspires a girl to be the best version of herself. Smarter. Stronger. Overflowing with ideas and confidence and a comically grand serving of self-empowerment and gumption. And pride. I was proud of myself today, proud of my work. Because I’ve earned it, this freedom, this respect. And a girl only gets lucky with the fates a few times in her life… so for today, I’m grateful.
“I went boy shopping on facebook (that’s when you look at all of the cute single guys you know on facebook, and cute single guys of friends, and then finally, cute single guys of friends of friends) in hopes of finding someone suitable. The candidates were underwhelming. All of the great guys I knew either a.) had girlfriends b.) were gay c.) lived in New York or d) wait who is this guy and why is he my friend on Facebook?. I suggested she would have a better time by herself, to which she said, “I don’t need to get any better at masturbating, you know?” Which I thought was a really solid point.”— Almie Rose, aka Apocalypstick from 'Where Are All The Awesome Guys?'
Well… I’m gonna paint my door red and call myself Elizabeth Arden!
- Steel Magnolias, Or a very decadent description of my day, which has already included a fabulous appointment with my fabulous stylist, a protein treatment, cut, and blowout… And now my feet are soaking in minty fresh bubbles pre-pedicure.
- I am Pro-Choice because I have never understood the wisdom in children having children
- I am Pro- Choice because having a baby should never be a punishment for teenage sex (or anything else).
I have never been pregnant, however, like most teenage girls, young women, and professional women, over the years I have run the scenarios through my mind. What I would do. Because I have choices. I have the power to choose what I want to do.
- I am Pro-Choice because my body is my own.
- I am Pro-Choice because saying anyone else has a say, says that my body can be taken hostage.
My future is my own. Whether, and to whom I marry is my decision. Whether and where I move for work, for the weather or any other reason is my decision. How I save for retirement is my decision. What charities I support is my decision. Whether and when I have children (and how many) is my decision.
- I am Pro-Choice because everyone should have the opportunity to live happily ever after.
“Let’s just be fabulously where we are and who we are. You be you and I’ll be me, today and today and today, and let’s trust the future to tomorrow. Let the stars keep track of us. Let us ride our own orbits and trust that they will meet. May our reunion be not a finding but a sweet collision of destinies.”—Love, Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli via (runawayscene) (via quote-book)