freelance is fun. i love makeup. i love my clients, most of them. so many jobs this weekend... so busy, so excited and/or nervous.
i love walking to work in this amazing weather. it makes me feel so much better about myself. i smile. i think maybe it's just that i like to walk places... to the park, to cvs, starbucks, the gas station, wherever.
quick update: ok. maybe not. i can't think of any updates.
as of right now-- everything seems to be doing what it is supposed to be doing and i am ok.
not a whole lot to put on here but i have recently been informed that i no longer update as often as i should, so...
i have recently transfered to our salon in the highlands where i am a makeup artist and have changed my name from christine back to liz. i will be walking to work everyday, i mean it.
two huge tree limbs fell on my car on wednesday night and broke the window. nice. this is also the night that i walked down peachtree crying my eyes out all because someone asked if i was ok. thank you very much. i had little black lines dripping for my eyes to my tits beacuse i had been crying the entire way home. so i took a picture. with work and the weather and all that, and then to wake up in the morning and find half a tree on my car, last week was great.
birthday coming up soon. no plans. get on it people.
this whole midnight coffee bit is getting old... we are going to have to find something else to do with ourselves. i'm getting sleepy.
completely uncomplicated, yet still somehow bizarre. so what's new? this is me being irritated... imagine that.
of all the things i can say in all honesty, expect total and complete heartbreak in two weeks. tears are to be expected. thank you.
of all the things i've ever said about you, none of them have ever been negative. it never really hurt that bad. when things are over though, i guess there's really not much to do about it. but there are things that need to be said now, just don't expect them to come out of my mouth.
aside from all of this life is okay. except the part about blowing five hundred dollars in doctors' visits and meds within the past month, only to find out that i need to spend more money to have a portion of my cervics lasered off. not that i was using it anyway. kthx.
they're coming out of the woodwork, lining up even. "take it to the backseat, run it like a track meet..."