bandaids are for the weak

have you thought so hard about something that you completely lost track of what you were doing? let's just say my hair is extra shiny today thanks to 3 rounds of conditioner last night.

so i have this tiny little cut on my right index finger. barely noticeable. but of course, out of all the places on my body, that one little spot gets scratched, irritated, and run into constantly. oh the pain and the curse words! results in a bandaid that covers 1/2 of my finger. pathetic. the more you try to avoid or prevent the situation, the angrier it gets. it screams for attention and then *bam* ...mother f-er! it's like when you bite your tongue once...and of course you end up biting it again in the exact same spot. it's almost like your body finds humor in your pain. makes sense to me.

story time!
scenario:
store check. gray suit. hair tied back. smudged makeup. camera in hand
"do you work here?" (nope) "i'm photogenic. you can take a picture of me." (ummm....) "my name is ronald." (oh geez...please dont stick out your hand bc i might have to burn my hand off) "what's the story with your necklace?" (omg...he's staring at my chest) "here's my card." (MD? +10 points....now you're up to a -9,990)
me: i'm gonna go that way. thanks.

tonight is long overdue.
they're predicting rain. this must mean it's a hollywood kind of night. the situations we get ourselves into. balinese temple? really?!

let's see how far 20 buckaroos will take us.