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so i got my old job back at energy.
i start that tomorrow.
nine to five receptionist work.

i miss my city. especially today. i miss the long lines at whole foods. i miss the swings at central park with my hunter. i miss the 1 train. i miss christopher street and james' red door.

last night i brought back the ultimate "throw back" hair style...circa 7th grade. two french braids crossed in the back and pinned up like a russian ballerina. i remember when i first wore my hair like that to ballet class. my tiny little russian teacher came up to me and ran her fingers down my thick braids as a smile spread across her face and she said "today you remind me of home." people are so simple. and so are their needs.

its my dish week. i haven't had one of those in a long long time. there was so much drama in my house surrounding the dishes. thats so weird. i mean i was usually the one causing the drama. big surprise huh? my brother never had to do them because my parents always made some lame excuse why "he needs our help" and no one could ever remember when it was their week. haha maybe people aren't so simple. i would get so fucking mad over stupid dirty dishes. i mean genuinely mad. hmm...

so i got iTunes (so that i'm more motivated to save up my money and buy an iPod) and they have this feature called Party Shuffle, and it just makes a random playlist for you. and i dont know why, but its all of a sudden my new favorite thing. sometimes i'll get the best combinations of my awkward taste in music. just now i got to listen to cold water by damien rice, capoeira do brasil by sergio mendes, come close to me by common and amarain by amr diab. fantastic.

i've decided to start exercising next week. theres just too much good food in my house right now that i need to eat up. it would be stupid for me to pretend that i have a chance losing any weight when theres chocolate cake, blueberry pie and cookies everywhere. although i've really gotten to a point where i'm very comfortable with my body, i still feel like theres room for improvement. this year i really made an effort to not feel badly about myself. i mean there was a point when i really couldn't look at myself in the mirror but i started forcing myself to. and i realized that i'm not so bad haha. i look cute in my underwear and i shouldnt prefer death to bathing suits...even though i still do, but i'm working on it.

i need to go to cairo asap.


someday i'll look into her green eyes
and know that she'll come with me
a girl like you