My friend Nora almost killed me on our way to Michigan. I’m really good at some things, but being a navigator, reading a map or understanding a gps device — those things are not on that list.
Well, I wasn’t going to drink for a few days, as to prevent redness in the face and alcohol bloat for this wedding in Michigan tomorrow. That pact was swiftly forgotten with a near blackout session last night. My life is in shambles around me.
Just kidding! No, it’s not! Obviously I can afford flights three quarters way across the country, in the summer — I’m not doing so badly!
Off to Chicago! It’s cute everyone is telling me where to eat, LIKE I DIDN’T LIVE THERE FOR 3 YEARS.
Chan Marshall just did this interview, where she said she cut off all her hair and started dressing like a boy again.
Like, yeah. That’s what I do! Everyone is like “Jenny, you’d be so pretty if you’d just grow your hair out”.
But fuck that.
I like having short hair. I like dressing like a boy. I’ll never have long flowing locks. Sometimes I grow my hair out. Sometimes I get it my shoulders.
But mostly, I like having short hair. I like being boyish.
Crows, to be precise.
Three screaming crows outside my window, clamoring for bread.
I don’t even have any more bread in my house, because I fed it all to the crows.
I had to forage in the cupboard for a granola bar, which they seemed to enjoy.
What is your alarm clock made of? Plastic and shit?
Mine is made of intelligent birds.
My phone. And sometimes I sleep through the alarm (mostly happens when I’m hung over — surprise, surprise).
It’s official. I’ve boarded the Nicki Minaj train.
Haters gonna hate! Gossipers gonna gossip! But keep yappin’ cause I like to be on your mind. Gotta do me, bitches!