September 28

Since this blog is dedicated to recording my life, one Instagram picture at a time, I would be remiss if I didn’t include the uglier side of things.

This is a zit I’ve been battling for over a week.

I am TOO FREAKING OLD for zits, yet I get them. Most of the time, they manifest themselves in out of the way, out of glaring eye shot locations, such as in my ear, my neckline, or under my chin. This mother decided to present itself right next to my already big mouth.

I’m pretty sure when I’m talking to people, they are zeroing in on that huge red lump on my face.

Fuck.

And sigh.

Anyone who thinks that once you leave your teens, your days of pizza face are over are sorely delusional.

Just saying.

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Jun 15

June 15

Working.

Again.

So far it’s been productive. Worked. Called my dad for Fathers Day. Now I might hit up the flea market before I go to the store.

Later I plan on relaxing with a frozen cocktail.

It’s the aging hipster’s life.

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Jun 7

June 7

I have a closet full of shoes.

No. You don’t understand. I have many, MANY shoes. Many.

I buy shoes for their artistic value. Many of my shoes are gorgeous, and most of those I have never worn. That’s because gorgeous shoes make your feet hurt. I also collect vintage shoes. I have a pair of vintage 1983 Candies from the disco era. They are bee-u-ti-ful. The leather Candies survived the disco era; the satin ones did not.