5 things III

Really quick, before midnight, 5 things that I love, November 4th, 2010, 11:55 pm.
1. Mama Isabel saying, "they sell like hot bread" instead of "they sell like hotcakes," in her cute Argentine accent.
2. Um hello miss lady my super awesome cardio kickboxing class I had tonight!!!
3. The tranny I met today, named David, with lots of plastic surgery and a botched nose job.
4. The first phone conversation with my internet friend who is totally rad (and btw laughed at all my jokes) 
5. Sitting in the bathroom with my MacBook, naked save for undies and a heaping pile of hair dye in my weave, 'cause you know i gotta wash the grays right outta my hair!!!!

xoxo

It finally happened.

I recently began a new shift at work, where I get off at sweet and lovely 2:30 pm, but I go in at the exhausting and brutal time of 8:30 am. Which means I set my alarm at 6:45 and snooze 'til about 7:10. Today though, I overslept until 7:18. That is very late, you see! So, I jumped in the shower, got dressed, hurriedly brushed my teeth, and put some self-esteem, AKA makeup, on.
Later in the day at work, I went to the bathroom and as usual, I looked at myself in the mirror. Primarily because I'm vain and I love checking myself out in any reflective surface I walk past, but also to check on my hair. I'm letting it grow out, and it's beginning to evolve into a big curly mess. Also, I don't really bother doing anything to my weave in the morning. I just pull it back with a headband and call it a day. Because of my chronic hair-styling-in-the-morning laziness, I tend to have this constant flat spot on the back of my head, where my head and pillow have made sweet, sweet love all six to seven hours that I am getting my beauty sleep.
Well, when I looked in the mirror today at work, I looked ... weird. I was like, "Damn gurl, what's wrong witcher face?!" I thought I definitely needed to get more sleep, or maybe even some sun. I couldn't recognize myself. I just stared at my reflection until I finally began to identify the face looking back at me. I recognized the face in the mirror from a small, obscure movie... maybe you've heard of it? It's called Mommie Dearest. I actually managed to pencil in some Joan Crawford eyebrows in my sleepyface rush to get to work on time. 

I was so freakin' amused with myself. I mean, I love Joan, I really love Mommie Dearest, and I really, really love my eyebrows. I just never thought I would subconsciously merge the three on my face, by accident, without being in full costume or character. (Oh, who am I kidding? There's always a little Joan Crawford in me. Trust.) Although I adore Joan, I really need to sharpen my eyebrow pencil before I fill in my eyebrows in the morning, because, as Tim Gunn would say, "That's A LOT of look!!" And really, only Joan can pull that off. I just looked a little ... a little too Baker acted, if you know what I mean...

xoxo

Enlightenment

On Tuesday night I went to my first yoga class in years. The instructor and her assistant laughed when I told them I had bought my yoga mat a year ago, but had just taken it out of the plastic package the night before. True story. The class was really great, and I definitely will return next week for some more yoga action, and also because I don't really think I went where the instructor wanted me to go. I mean, while she was leading us through meditations and breathing exercises, I couldn't stop thinking about how much I like the way my legs look in tights, but I also kept thinking, "Please Tina Fey, do not let me get a camel toe."