TGiDeaf

Here’s what I REALLY looked like last night without the filter of bone-crippling self consciousness. As can be typical. These are just house posing shoes, I wore my classic black mary jane wedges instead of these. Of course.

Even though I cried at one point (thankfully not on stage) I still killed it. I’ll write down my material later after I do what I do best for a little bit: lie down on the couch drinking pop and watching tv. It feels like Christbreakfastmas break all over again, hello snow!

It always feels like that though for me and the moment it stops, my life will have gone to shit cos it means I had to get a real job and I hope that day never (ever) comes. That’s when you get pregnant! Kidding! Zing!

Here is evidence that I actually left the house yesterday.

I’m only wearing a bit of base so I look pretty native.

Kielce did a wicked job.

Who knew I’d have the same shade of my Grandmother’s hair so soon in life. I don’t even have any grey hairs yet, not that I’d ever get to see them at the rate I get my roots done but, this ashy tone finish is BOSS.

It’ll fade into the rest of the platinum though and all be the same eventually unless I get more purple hair wash (I will in the ‘burbs on the weekend it’s hard to find in the city or from any shoppers I ever go to here ugh) and then I can control and manipulate, lengthen out this tone/finish.

As it’s wet. Hair geniuses over at Brennen Demelo. I mentioned them in my standup too I was like, my hairs best balee they is sponsored mhhm honey childs I knows you is accustomed to impoverished and unsuccessful comedians up here but me, I am actually Made. Then I said some other funny stuff that won’t translate well here so I’ll save it.

Notation bible. That Vogue is in french so, I put it back on the table and read trash mags instead. My phone keyboard stopped working so I couldn’t get much work done. Sitting and being at rest is hard work, relaxing is also hard.

Charmaine got me this blythe book I tried to make my blythe tattoo talk on the mic when I pointed out that it was the same as the picture on my journal. No laughs. O-kay, carrying on then.