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I have a new starbucks im trying to become mad regular at. Its on 7th and Redondo. Every time I’ve been there, its only women working. I asked the barista if any dudes worked there and she said “One, but he doesnt really count.”
There is an older lady who seems to be there most mornings I go in. Shes in her late 50’s maybe, with pretty blue eyes and real short red hair.
Ive been in there about 7 times so far, and no one had really seemed to remember my name or be overly friendly. Today the line was short and the woman had a chance to look me over and say hello.
“Beautiful make-up” she said, as she allowed her shoulders to relax. The morning rush had obviously just passed and she was taking her first breather.
“Thank you so much!” I blushed and battted my eyes dramatically. Im so terrible at taking compliments.
“No you are perfection! Look at those eyelashes! and your shadow, so perfectly blended!” She squinted her eyes as she motioned for me to close mine so she could take a closer look at my mauve and black eyeshadow that i had applied only moments before, in my usual morning chaos.
My face was bright red as i again thanked her.
“I do hair and make up professionally! Here, take my card.” I proudly handed her one of my new business cards. The bright lights inside the coffee house reflected off the card’s glossy finish.
She stared at the card as i watched her big blue eyes fill with tears.
“I used to do hair,” she slipped the card into her apron pocket.
“What made you stop?” the line behind me had grown to 3, but she didnt seem to notice.
“I had to leave the state, my ex boyfriend….” she trailed off as she rolled her eyes and laughed uncomfortably, “Long story, but it was years ago…”
She took a deep breath as she said “I was the happiest then,”
She batted back her tears again as she rang me up for my drink.
“Its never too late, you know,” we both giggled as she handed me my change.
“Go make people Beautiful, Alexis. Share a little of what you got,”
So thats what i am doing.
And now i feel like a regular.
The internet is for porn.
I’ve officially lived on my own for one week and only almost burnt down the house one time so far! Its been such a boring and excting experience all at once.
I find myself staring off the balcony wondering where ill live next. Not that i dont love my apartment, because i DO. But last night i broke a glass in the kitchen and realized i could use more space for coooking.
Im so domesticated and fabulous.
My best friend and roommate, justin, moved in last night. we have the most redic television ever. its huge! its glorious!
Nik and i have been living without tv or internet this past week, and we’ve really gotten to hang out and talk a lot. I think this whole living together thing has made us both lik, freakly baby crazy. Dont freak out, we’re not going there…yet.
He really is the one i want to spend my life with.
Ok, ill shut up now.
So in the back alley at our place we have the words “BASH K6” Tagged up and down. Does anyone know what up wit’ dat?
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It kills me to see the past come up.
Kill Me for my immaturity, but I hate you, you stupid bitch. And I don’t even know you.
My other favorite blonde.
I love this. The whole thing. Her body looks amazing! This song is addictive.
Download her mixtape and get into what is about to be huge.
Fuck kreayshawn, Iggy yousa bad bitch.
How have you been recently, honestly? :)
AnonymousHonestly? Amazing! A balance between stressed the fuck out and blissfully happy. Its complicatedly simple, actually.
Im wonderful :)
I need the Internet.
I need wifi at my house.
I have surfed the web in a week and I almost have a healthy self imagine right now.
Quick! Get me wifi!!!!
Love me
Hey! Remember me? Cause I do! We don’t have Internet yet at the new pad so I’m using my iPhone and the typing on this thing makes me suicidal. No big deal.
Nik and I went bar hopping last night to the bars that are a 2 minute walk from our place. It’s incredibly dangerous. I believe I spent quite a bit of money on him and his friends. So…..
I was sitting at work today and I just room scissors to my hair. It’s short now, a little.
Once again, I recommend everyone cuts their own hair once in their life. But don’t kid yourself, it won’t look as golden as when I cut your hair.
Work is slowly becoming busier for me. I had this fantastic walk in today whose job is to tow cars in Beverly hills. So gorgeous. She was so cute and chatty and did not look like the evil people that tend to do those jobs.
Pretty people are so interesting.
But you’re all pretty. And so Am I.
Ps. I love living on my own.
