Text messaging is quickly making its way to #1 on my Things I Freaking Hate list.

Muerto completo de mi alma

Okay. So I'm being way dramatic. Channeling the more simplistic emotions of M, I am so sad.

No but seriously.

Mi piercing de ceja, despite the lacking longevity of its run as my one overt token to badass-dom (or so I liked to think), has officially become obsolete. Infection-induced efforts to take the ring out for cleaning led to a disturbing explosion in my eyebrow and immediate closure of the piercing in a matter of minutes very much to my dismay.

Call me superficial, but I feel like half of me just died. Funny how I absolutely loathe solely being associated as B's girlfriend, but wrap my identity up in a minute metal curve and I couldn't be happier. In between gouging out the remainder of my ocular region while reading the worst book in the world (Just and Unjust Wars by Walzer; don't do it, people, you will surely die!), I've been soberly contemplating the meaning of life and other such deep profundities in the wake of my eyebrow piercing's tragic demise.

Who am I [left to be]?! What am I doing with my life?! How will I ever move on?! Where do I go from here?!

Well. At least I still have my good looks and biting wit, right? Just kidding.


Now is about the time when a weekend jetset to Portugal would be nice. Maybe then all the pondering would bring to fruition... some quaint word fruit baskets nicely wrapped in gauzy rhetorical eloquence. I have the urgings to draw out myriad lines of thought these days, but alas, natural written cohesiveness eludes me. The constipation may actually kill me before does the heartache of my recent loss.

Spelling it out, inspiration (or lack thereof) is my excuse for dearthly updating as of late. My freshly induced season of mourning may put things off even further. But stay tuned because clearly, my life is so scintillating and the events so monumental, you can't help but rivet yourself to the seat and bite your nails in anxious anticipation of my next installment. I know.

Good [read: bad] day to you.