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“Mom, I just don’t understand,” I said, the phone nestled against my ear, millimeters from the tub water. “I’m living the life that I always thought I wanted, but why do I feel like there is something missing?”
I wanted to let the phone drop into the water, hold my breath, and pull my head under to see how long I could hold it for.
Under water, everything stands still for a few seconds.
Instead, I let my mother reply with her heartfelt motherly response; a response she’s given countless times prior. Ever since I turned 20 years old.
I already know there is no real answer to that question.
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I remember the day it all stopped making sense.
It all began on the first year of my new decade in a new city.
The other day, as I leaned into the mirror to take note of my growing roots, I noticed a stray little gray hair reaching up towards the sky. Standing completely independent from the rest of my mane, the little guy was short and fat, much coarser than the rest of the crew. He desperately wanted up and out. I ran my fingers through my hair, hoping to calm the fellow down and join the rest of the brunette crew. Doing this suddenly unearthed several more gray buddies all lying dormant underneath my plume of bangs.
Twelve to be exact.
Flabbergasted, I stepped away from the mirror, wondering if you could see the gaggle of twisty and turny bristles from a distance. I couldn’t, but what I did see were the furrowing brow lines that now dissipated from my forehead a lot slower than they used to. I smiled, I squinted, I pursed my lips. After every gesture I could see the road map of lines clearly for the first time in my life.
What are these new additions? I didn’t order these! I want them gone. (more…)
Yesterday, I posted part one of my Hipster Valentine’s Day Guide. It included a whole bunch of mustache.
Today’s part is what to get your honey if you’re a hipster and dirty.
And I don’t mean, I’m-a-hipster-that-rides-my-bike-a lot-and-doesn’t-shower-and-smells-like-a-Salvation-Army-depository dirty.
1.) Ok, this isn’t dirty at all, but I had to include this necklace on the list because it’s from “Annie Hall” and there is no greater love story than that of Alvy and Annie.
“Love is too weak a word for what I feel – I luuurve you, you know, I loave you, I luff you, two F’s, yes I have to invent, of course I – I do, don’t you think I do?”
2.) Cooter perfume. Not perfume for your cooter. Perfume that smells like your cooter. I don’t think anything I could write after this point will matter.
3.) Wondering what to do with that Snuggie that you threatened your Mom not to buy you for Christmas but she did anyways? Get creative with the Snuggie (more…)
1.) Nothing says “I love you” to your lady (or that “I’m secretly in love with mustached men and this is how I’m trying to tell you”) more than a Tom Selleck pillow.
In high school, I would play my Mom’s Zappa records while I laid on the basement floor, imaging her doing the same thing at my age in 1967. Right when I was at the point having a completely fictional LSD trip, she would kill my buzz by shouting, “Wow, I can’t believe I actually listened to that crap.”
Bands You’ve Probably Heard Of:
Band of Skulls (London) Karen O?
Wait, I Think My Ex-Boyfriend Told Me About This Band And I Definitely Was Not Paying Attention: