Well, reader, I have landed. I moved myself, my shoes and my large collection of coffee table books to sunny San Diego. In preparation for the cold harsh weather of San Diego (read: sunny) I decided to grow a beard.
There are a few other factors involved in this decision that I won’t go into ::cough:: a love interest ::cough:: because, well, Mixtape Luxury isn’t about ME it’s about YOU reader.
Fuck if that’s true, Mixtape.
Well, like I was saying…Mixtape Luxury is about me but FOR you. How about that? Oh and it’s No shave November or something…right?
I feel like we have this ongoing trend where I try to talk about something and then you just get in the way, reader. So, I’m going to just block you out. Anyway, I didn’t even want to talk about my beard it’s just super itchy right now.
Oh lord! Mixtape, Mixtape, Mixtape.
Anyway, I’ve finally settled in. I’ve also realized that the convenience of New York is definitely something to be missed. Oh and that love interest I told you about up there…that’s something (one? thing?) to be missed as well. That and all my friends. And the restaurants. And the Sunday night dance offs at the Elixir Lounge. But besides all that I really have to say that a phone call from one of my nearest and dearests really helped it sink in to a place of utter rock in the pit of my stomache-dom.
Ring ring (my phone is always on silent, but let’s just pretend…shall we?)
Well, hello there!
Who are you planning on getting manicures with out there?!
Um. I. Um…I dunno
Just tell me! It’s ok. I can handle it.
Just an aside – this conversation probably wasn’t as dramatic as the punctuation has lead you to believe, however I like the drama and I think it’s fitting for such a topic. Don’t you?
Now, where were we? Oh yes…
I mean, I’ll probably only get them with my mom or maybe my sister when she’s here?
Ok, I think that’s fine. I figured as much. That’s all. CLICK
So she hung up on me just like that, reader. Can you not understand why that would make me just yearn for the city?
Not really, sounds kinda stressful.
EXACTLY. The energy is just so intense. I’m unraveling at the seams here. And it’s only been a week and a half. I really have to get my buttons (wits) reinforced or something…but I don’t even know where to find a tailor.
Why don’t you just yelp it?
Yelp lies. Don’t you think I’ve tried that!? I yelped spin studios and ended up at a soul cycle wannabe studio crying for my knees and all the poor people hitting RPMs (revolutions per minute) over 150 while holding onto the handle with only ONE HAND! ONE HAND!!!!!!! What?! I did it because I didn’t want to look like a loser, but on the inside I was screaming. I should have known it was all going downhill when the instructor said “Are you sure you want to be in the front row? We do LOTS of choreography” (SCREAMING INSIDE)
Deep breathes, Mixtape. Deep, deep breathes.
It’s like you care or something, reader.
Don’t get carried away, Mixxy.
Ok, so to sum all this shit up for you I want to point out some very valuable information that you might not have gleamed from this little rant/post or prosant. No one ever tells you that climate change can really devalue the hundreds of dollars you’ve spent of facial moisturizers; and quite frankly, beards are itchy but sometimes they save just the right amount of food to get you through the day.
Dead. We’re dead.