there's a shaking in my knees there's a cold chill

Pints of Guinness do make you strong. I figure if nothing else I will drink sweet mother's milk by the pint glass over there. And also, you know, have a lot of fun and learn a shitload about analytic metaphysics whatever that is. The reason I'm affirming this in such a silly way is that all my dreams last night were filled with anxious "you're supposed to be going away but you missed the deadline/can't remember the name of the place/are entirely fucked" kinds of dreams. Those could be about anything, but the travel metaphor made it seem about going to Dublin.

Today I will get my hair cut.
Today I will spend some time with my mom, eating lunch.
Today I will pack, because I've left myself no other choice.


I really need to find a way to leave the states in a good state of mind. For some reason I'm hoping getting a haircut will help, like maybe I can do a little spell that as my hair is cut all the shit that's making me feel like shit falls away. Oh my g-d I am such a queen.

help!

Shit guys...

I might have irrecovably fucked my iTunes.

See, there's no space on my computer, so we took it to the computer shop but the man at the computer shop was the biggest motherfucker I've met in a long time and was no help at all. He told me he thought there might be duplicates of all my music floating around but then wouldn't tell me what I needed to do.

So, I moved some folders around and deleted some shit.

And I can find the folder with all my hundreds of music folders in it. But I can't get iTunes to take it, cos it says something like 'the disk is full, and frankly Oli, you must have really broken something this time.'

So, I'm kinda worried cos uh, that's my source of music. And I'm leaving tomorrow.

Please help!

yisrael left mizrahim behind

can we talk about the politics of this dude making Hasidic reggae sometime? I'm conflicted.

like with my haircut. I kinda like it. I mean, it has potential. But it's a little bit...I don't know, ( too neat )

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Plus it's the kind of haircut that makes me think, "I need facial hair." I guess at this point there's nary a haircut that doesn't make me think that, but whatevs.

Also I think I may have gotten my music back, but lost my playlists. I know you all were as upset about this as I am. But it felt like I'd lost a body part, for true.

(Who says "for true," and why did I just use it?)


ETA: My hairstylist called me a sissy.

you know yer a homo when

Sorry for all the posts guys it's the only way I'm getting through packing.

So, anyway, you know you're a homo when you decide to pack light and that includes:
-a surfeit of clean white undershirts
-too many buttondowns considering
-a dop kit with the following:
*pocketknife
*tea tree hair tonic
*oat tincture
*damiana tincture (both for anti-anxiety powers)
*skinny dip bath stuff
*hairbrush, just in case
*creme de la merde
*hair balm
*fig hand cream (the almond one is in yr bookbag)
*burt's bees little samples of marshmallowy moisturizer + shit
*cologne
*mini tabasco (didn't know where else to put it)
*rosemary hand balm (sensing a theme?)
*nail clippers
*nail buffer
*bronner's
*tweezers
*plus run o' the mill stuff like toothbrush etc

I figure I can get a razor while I'm there.
I'm just in awe of how, hmm, high maintenance is the wrong word, but how fucking fussy I am when it comes down to what I want to take with me. "Oh no, I couldn't just take the almond! What if I want to smell like figs?" Seriously. You can see where me and butchness run up against each other.

Still, I will not bring capitalism and schizophrenia no matter how many illusions I maintain of this being the perfect time to dig right in. And I will leave everything leather that is not my harness at home, because I am packing light.