weave

i am bad at many things.

math, sports, singing, writting in cursive, speaking in french, handling responsibilities...

second year of college and mom still does my laundrey.

one thing i always thought i was good at though was shopping.

maybe because i love it so much.

listen, it's not like i thought i was going to go to the olympics for shopping or anything or win an award

i just thought i knew how to do it well.

until this week happened, and the money flowed from my bank account like the mediterranean.

wednesday night went shopping with gabbz.

walked by one of those small kiosks in the mall

and bought a WEAVE.

literally.

you know, the ones those asian ladies sell with all the jeweled clips.

don't get me wrong, my hair has never looked more glorious in my life.

it was just an expensive, ridiculous purchase.

and that emotional fuckwit finally asked me on a date last night.

to club rumor this tuesday.

so naturally, woke up this morning in a crazed panic over what to wear.

ended up back at the mall.

the next parts are hazy...

i think i blacked out, because the next thing i remember was standing outside of armani with a new outfit, couple hundred dollars poorer.

so now will go to club on tuesday with a total fuckwit, broke, wearing an outfit some peppy asian salesgirl "julie" swore was fabulous though am not quite sure matches, all the while worrying the stitches of my weave will show.


i am such a loser.