fifth business

I still Vehemently hate my period. The day I come off my pill all shit hits the fan. I can feel it coming, and no matter how logically I try to handle situations, or talk myself out of over reacting. Nothing. Nada. Not doing. I become paranoid, insecure, easily offended. I’ve read that it can be likened to withdrawl symptoms, and of that I have no doubt. I collapsed on my living room floor today crying and dry heaving for half an hour over something that didnt warrant it. Or if it does, it doesnt yet because nothing has actually happened. I then spent the rest of the day on pins and needles trying not to set myself off. I havent actually been able to finish any movies (happy or sad ending) because they all make me cry like a child. I can wait for this week to be over, and I am so glad its only a four day week, with a day off in the middle.

*sigh* I should be writing. I have an essay due tomorrow that I am trying to finish. However I cannot make myself write intelligable sentances. I spent the majority of the day working on a rack card for a client that they did not like at all, despite two complete redesigns, and I just know that tomorrow they will try to dispute the charges that will be applied to their account. Which will just piss Richard off more. Which is something I soooooooooo dont need right now. Its something I can apparently do by blinking.

Its been several days since I came back from my firend Sean’s wedding. His wife is a little slice of cake, i wanted to smunch her to see if she wasjust as sugary on the inside. The service was beautiful,and I was happy to be there through out the entire day with them. The dinner was FABULOUS oh my god, so much food and an open bar (or atleastbartenders who didnt ask for money).The speaches almost mad me bawl. And then came the drunken dancing, becuase we all know free booze means drunk dancing. I would like to point out my revived passionate hate for the Macarana. Nothing will ever make me like that dance. EVER. And since Jenn did it in her wedding dress/corset I am sure she hates it more. I was a little upset that some friends didnt show, I had really hoped that I would get to see them. And then I was really upset at 3am when I woke up with a hangover to find out that a light had been flickering in my room and still was, and it looked like a strobe light. Sad sad Amanda.

The Hotel still has 170$ of mine that they have yet to release and I should really enjoy some food soon.

As a second birthday present to myself, I went bra shopping. I figgured after 2.5 years of wearing the same 2 bra’s (and one having broke) I deserved some new bra’s and La Senza was having a sale (8.50 ea!) . 3 bra’s later i ahve sexy underthings.

My favourite part of february is when all the spa’s have their specials, be it for a wax, a massage, or a makeover. I love them all. Being someone who waxes, I particularly love the wax specials. On any given day of the year a brazillian wax can cost 50-65 bones, but around valentines day it drops to 35-45. This can be an insane saving, since most places have the special on all month. If you time it right you can get two uber cheap waxings in one month.

I personally like waxing. Not because I am a masochist, or because I do it for my partner, or because I want to look like I am twelve again. I do it because I feel better afterwards… ok not immediately afterwards but a few hours later after I am done walking funny.

What really gets to me though is that last statement I made for ‘reasons’. The people who dont get the whole waxing/shaving thing, and say its asthough you are trying to become a child again, and that it is disgusting. If that were the case, then these women should stop shaving their leg, armpits and godforbid they should stop plucking their eyebrows as well. Heaven for fend we present ourselves in any way that we find appealing, or comfortable. All the shaving and preening that goes along with everyday personal care, all the reasons that go along with, can be applied to a brazillian wax too. I really dont want to look between my legs and see an S.O.S scrub pad, hair maintains scent/sweat which turns into funk, and I already have enough hair on my head, i dont need more between my legs, no one is going to see it so there is no point in keeping it.