"All I've got is humor," I said tonight while at a friend's house cutting her hair.
"That's not true," she smiled, "you know how to cut hair, too. And without any proper training."
"Fine," I respond, huffily, "All I've got is humor and hair cutting skills. That's never going to land me a woman."
I've decided. I've decided that I'm working a random job making good money, will be out on my own soon in a city that is fucking ridiculous, can cut hair for reasonable prices, have no clue what graduate school program will ever suit me, and have friends that make zero sense but make me incredibly happy. I've decided that I am content, but at the same time, I have no idea what the fuck is going on every minute of every hour of every day. *shoulder shrug*
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Remember that one time I said I'd help you with a cover letter and didn't?
I'm a douche. Sorry.
oh my god, abigail. you're such a douche! i cannot handle it. girl, hush. you're a busy lady; regrowing your eyebrows and celebrating your birthday. that you offered was nice enough, thank you. :)
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