My mother spazzed out on both my sister and me yesterday, so my snacking habits or slightly out of whack again. She’s officially not on speaking terms with either of us. In fact, I was asking if she wanted to meet for coffee when she disowned me. Ah, good times! In an act of revenge my mother put the Marfa house up for sale, “For Sale by Livingston Real Estate” picket sign and all. And then my dad had the realtor pluck it out. Lordy. Now my parents are suing each other. Are we not a shining example of a functional family unit?
I did not end up cutting my hair. I’ve decided to proactively limit the amount of trauma in my life. Excellent, no?
News Update:
I live right by the Bois de Boulogne, which is super-skanky and good only for exercising and prostituting. I fully intend to take up both. Excellent indeed.
Something in the Parisian water causes hair to get dirtier faster, making daily hair washing a requisite. A certain unhygienic friend of mine, you would never survive. Or you’d fast devolve into a splendid specimen of a homeless man. A vagrant. A wandering Jew, perhaps?
Best of all, I bought my steel-toed protective chef clogs today! Hurrah for ultimate loserdom. And my friend and sister and I are baking scones and having high tea at my apartment tomorrow. I am already infusing her with nerdiness. Bringing the world down, one person at a time. How fondly I will be remembered in history textbooks!!!
I have no life right now (I don’t start school until Tuesday), so write me more?
I have to go because I have duck breast with raspberry sauce cooking!!!
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