10th
DO I DOO RAG?
My hair is getting long and I can’t get my butt in gear to make an appointment for a cut. That said, I’ve been forced to wear a bandana to keep my sloppy-looking bangs and mop out of my face while I’m working and stuff. Okay, maybe it’s not a bandana, exactly. It’s more like a doo rag. There, I said it. It’s a bloody doo rag. Are you happy now? Geez…
So, okay, on the days when I don’t leave the apartment (which is, like, every day), I don’t change out of my pajamas (it’s one less thing to change into at the end of the night). If I manage to slap on a bra, it’s a big accomplishment. Needless to say, I look like the utterly tragic “befores” on What Not To Wear. It not that it bothers me. I actually kind of bask in it—except for the fact that my mail box is in the lobby of my apartment building and I like mail. Really like mail. I hardly ever get anything good but the temptation of what stands behind that tiny steel door never goes away. Thus, I am faced with the following dilemma on a daily basis:
“Do I leave my apartment as-is just to get my mail and risk scaring small children and the elderly, or do I tidy myself up to look mildly presentable and waste a perfectly good swab of lip gloss?”
Ah, the eternal question. Man, life is hard.
