I'm craving honey for my tea right now, but I am too lazy to walk the single block to the grocery store to procure some. I have a THIRD interview with Anthropologie on Monday, which is pretty exciting because having no job is driving me insane in the membrane. Let's hope I get it (if I don't it's back to the ol' grind of staring at my computer screen for 4 hours straight searching for jobs as my eyes burn out of their sockets). I am pretty sure my skin hates this city, and the breakout I am currently experiencing on my face is the worst of my life. I'm talking acne on the cheeks, and that has NEVER happened to me before. It's fucking awful and detrimental to my already fragile self confidence. I don't know if it is the air, the water, or both, but city living is not at all conducive to my most aesthetically pleasing self. Two days after I moved down here, I broke out in (yet another) mysterious rash. Thinking it would go away by itself, I let it slide and attributed it to the new body lotion I had purchased, but when I started spreading to my lower abdomen and across my sides, I freaked and scheduled an appointment with the dermatologist. It turned out to be pytoriasis rosacea, and non-fungal, non-contagious skin rash that many people get between the ages of 14-35. The dermatologist gave me a creme and said it could take 4-6 weeks before it completely disappeared. Lucky for me, it didn't spread to my face or hands, and it's almost all but gone now. I really don't know why this shit happens to me. I like to think I'm a fairly healthy person, I mean, I very rarely get colds. She said that the stress of the move may have caused the rash. But now, I'm dealing with a whole new monster- acne. I've always been prone to get the occasional zit like once a month, but this shit is just out of control. I'm not even consuming as much sugar as I was at home, and I feel like I'm eating way healthier here, so I don't know what the fuck gives. I just know that by the time 3pm on Monday rolls around, my face better be looking top fucking notch so my chances of getting hired are high.
On another body image related note, I'm convinced the hipster bitches of Williamsburg just don't eat. Honestly, I'm not sure how people carry out normal social lives in this town, going out to dinner with friends or out for drinks multiple times per week and maintain skeletal figures. Clearly they don't eat all fucking day so they can afford themselves two glasses of wine or a couple bites of salad. I don't even know how guys find them attractive. I know that I'm thin, but Jesus fucking Christ, these girls take it to a whole new level. Honestly, do guys really want to bang someone that thin? I can only imagine how nasty they look with clothes off, seeing as how they look like skeletons with clothes on. I once made out with a guy who was really thin and his hipbone stabbing me the entire time was a pretty big turn off.
My mom came to visit this weekend, so after investing money and approximately 40 hours into the building and sewing of my awesome Corpse Bride costume, I am not attending the party where I had planned to wear it. See? I told you that my Halloween plans always go to shit. Lol. Maybe I'll just put it on this week and prance around the apartment to get some good wear out of it. Sigh. I'm starting to have an entire closet full of hand made costumes that I've never even had the chance to wear out. So sad. I still don't have a full-length mirror either, thanks to my Amazon account's 'one click shipping,' I forgot to change my address and the mirror went upstate. I've probably looked like a complete asshole for the past month since I can never see my full outfit after getting dressed and only seeing how I look from the chest up. Furthermore, my order from Forever 21 came yesterday, and that shit was all fucked up too. I'm just having an awful week. The pleather, pleated skirt I was STOKED to get, was apparently out of stock, and I wasn't even notified until it didn't show up in the box yesterday. That was a heartbreaker. And then the awesome sweater I ordered is made for like, a 5'9" big boned Amazonian type, and overwhelms my tea cup poodle frame. And THEN, the sequined hot shorts I got were all frumpy dumpy and scrunchy when I put them on and made me look like Froto Baggins... can't a girl get a break?! Good Lawd!
I'm sorry that this entire post has been a bitch fest. But then again I'm not sorry because you're the one that chose to read it. lol. I can't wait until this interview is over; I think depending on how well it goes, I will go upstate and spend a few days at home afterward. And if I do get the job, I'm treating myself to those festive riding pants ASAP.
