(Over)haulin' Ass

Things! That’s what this is all about: Things!!!

I’m quite a fan of things. I’m rather fond of stuff too. So, as you may have noticed Blogger-powered blogs seem to be undergoing an incredible amount of overhaulage and as much as I don’t ever want to be seen as one of the cool kids I couldn’t help but make shit look pretty. Or different, lets just go with different, shall we?

I like orange better than green, but I can’t seem to find a nice lurid orange on the colour finder thing. Lurid green will have to do I guess. I get the feeling this template won’t live long either, but who knows.

I also changed my own façade this weekend. After not going near a hairdresser for three months I was staring to look a bit lesbionic, so I decided that instead of keeping my ironical fringe, the whole lot should go. And it did. I now look almost human. Almost. I have to admit I kind of like the fact I only need to spend 30 seconds doing my hair instead of half an hour. Plus I don’t need to use product if I don’t want to (but I still do) and I can lay my straighteners to rest, well for a week at least.

I also bought some clothes. I guess I should be taking photos of all of this shouldn’t I?

Somehow after spending what seemed like thousands of dollars on getting a bunch of benign, tumory things cut off my head and face I though going out and throwing some dough at hot new threads might be a go-er. Despite the fact I need jeans and jumpers for the winter, I ended up buying a black satin corset and a black kilt. Neither one is exactly ‘mainstream’ but fuck it. The corset looks hot over my full-length, sleeveless, pinstripe, pencil-dress (gansta moll) and the kilt has been damn handy teamed with a shirt and tie for formal occasions.

It’s funny how, I tend to throw money at things to make myself feel better after a traumatic event. Funny how I go with the whole drastically different hair thing too. Funny how I somehow feel like it might be significant to mention here (of all places) that I’m back to the ol’ “table for one” side of life. Yeah, yeah, yeah after two and a half years The Husbear and I pulled the pin.

It’s all a bit funny when you know your relationship is doomed. But you carry on with it all the same. Then one of you makes the announcement. In case you were wondering, I was the one who called it off. Man, that’s a conversation that I never want to have again, or perhaps I’d like to have it a million times over to see if I can’t do it better. I dunno. There was tears, that means there was emotion involved (from both sides) and it fucking hurt to say goodbye, but it was just a ‘see ya later’ not a goodbye. We’ve spoken since – I think we’re okay.

Now it seems odd to think that a year ago I was breathlessly telling Phishez how I’d been shopping for an engagement ring. Funny how for some unknown reason I stopped myself. Perhaps I should’ve let The Husbear know all that was going on in the background, but ultimately better that I didn’t. Right?

So, things will return to normal, actually they really kind of already have. Life is an evolution – nothing ever stays the same, nor should it. The Husbear (I guess that should be former Husbear?) and I are still good mates, and will continue to be for a long time yet. And life goes on. And now, I have a kilt.