Arty and The Angry Grinch

My band mate is performing a run at Mary's Attic.  He is performing Hedwig with guest artists.  They do the opening act and then perform songs from the show with him.  Our band finally decided to perform with him in August.  I cannot wait!  It's a good excuse to learn some new material.

Here's one of my faves from the movie / broadway musical.  Hedwig just gets dumped by her husband after she underwent a sex change in order to leave East Germany and go with him to America.

It is actually amazing what a little make up and hair can do to a girl.  Do not even think that I am not writing this while waiting for my hair color to set in.  A girl needs to keep the hair looking right.  Also, I swear to baby Jesus that I do not feel right without make up.  I am one of those gals.  I need a painted face to look right to myself.  Even when I look au naturel, it's because I am a master of nude colors.  I may look like I have nothing on, but I do indeed.  Though I prefer a it of glam; it's just not always appropriate.

Today I cleaned my place up, as my sweety is coming to visit.  I seriously was being negligent.  What is with me lately?  I think I may be a snare depressed.  I have lost a little bit of my sparkle.  I am sure I'll get it back.  I feel like it's because I have plans and they are on hold for a bit.  I am not the most patient person sometimes.

I went to the laundromat since the facilities here are abysmal and actually priced too high.  Screw the landlord.  I cannot believe how much they want to charge.  And there are only two machines.  And I have to go up and down five flights and go outside.  Whatever.  I usually just wait until it piles up and then got to the laundromat.  It actually takes less time.  In like 2.5 hours or so I am comepletely done, folding and all.

So I am folding what has already dried and this chaos walks in.  She yells at the Asian dude sitting by the door. "You could be a gentleman and get the door, you know!  You see me here."  She apparently fumbles and he kind of giggles.  I think he did not get what she said and feels uncomfortable.  Then her phone rings and she is all "If it's not the phone, it's something else!"

My god woman,  do you hate existence that much?!

To the unfortunate person on the horn: "Who is this?  What do you want?  Who is this?  Who?!"  Yikes.  What a first class beyotch.

Then her equally cranky friend shows up.  They load up their laundry.  And, of course, she completely overloads her machine.  It is howling.  She promptly goes outside to smoke.  Awesome.  Thanks so much.  We are all so happy that you came here.  It's interesting to me how one's energy can effect the environment.  She was so angry.

Then when I was leaving she was all smiles and talking to me.  Huh?  I just smiled and said something in agreement (I do not even remember to what) and left.

Anyway, I am showered and the hair is freshly colored.  There is no shame in my game.  I color my hair.  And I have to do it often because it grows quickly, so I do it myself.  When my hair is shorter, don't think that I do not wear phoney ponies either.  I love them.  Love.

I am super hungry, but something tells me we are not going to go on our ritual run to the waffle house down the street when Mac arrives.  The waffle shop has super yummy breakfast deals.  And by "something", I mean the torrential rain.  I am grateful, however, that it did not rain on my way home with my clean clothes in tow.  It was misty.  I actually ran.

Can you imagine?  My chubby ass, running down the street (okay sprinting), with a shopping cart full of clothes....glorious.  I am a goddess.  Clearly.

Total 180.  You know what song always makes me cry?

"No Woman No Cry" by Bob Marley.

Every damn time.  Without fail.  It's the sentiment; it's his vocal tone.  He just gets the waterworks going with that song.  Huge bless.  He is the one "hippie" I love.

By the way, little darling, don't shed no tears; everything's gonna be alright.