Hello to the devoted following of four!!!

Watching eighties movies this weekend, and political science papers this week have dominated my time, unfortunately, but on this day I would like to talk to you about my trip to the beauty salon.

So I went to this beauty salon on K street in down town Sacto, it was called Victoria's beauty and nail salon. I went to get the ole brows waxed and to get the nails done(family wedding coming up).

In the salon, I laid myself down on a cushioned table and waited for the pain. Basically, I waited patiently for hundreds of out of place hairs on my brows to be ripped mercilessly from my forhead area. As I was laying there, I listened to all the women who spoke a completely different language than I understood chat about who knows what. As I stood up; my eyebrows looking fantastic, despite swelling, and bumps, I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes.

Then it went to the nails. Grind off all semblence of what is naturally considered fingernails, and use superglue to place plastic tips on. Grind and buff those to almost nothing, and then apply the equivalent of liquid plastic to the top. Grind and buff some more(my cuticles were bleeding at this point) and choose a pretty polish to top it all off. The application of a gothic crimsom color with pretty gold flecks, a tour of the drying machine, and thirty dollars later, and I look like a million bucks.

Now it is off to the mall. Try on shoes, all terribly over-priced and uncomfortable(with those cute little heels) and I don't find one thing that even looks like it could be considerably comfortable. This is all for the girl who rarely shaves her legs. I mean, I don't think that I could wear these shoes for more than a half an hour without breaking into tears and tearing them off my feet.

So what's the solution? Mrs. Fields. Two large cookies and an icee later; sitting with a GF I ran into in the mall, and consuming mass quantities of cigarettes, I begin to feel better. This doesn't even account for my ass either.

So today as I pull out the mascara and curling iron for work, I feel better. Why do I mention all of this? It is not to talk about vanity, or even to attempt to interest anyone with my looks. It is simply to say, "Some days I wish I was a man!"

So I am off now, to cuddle with the BF and his adorable belly(that I don't mind) and relax a little before work.

Tang

P.S. My next post is going to be about politics, I guess you should all hang around to hear the rantings of a "socialist bitch."

One more thing, I would like to say thanks to Scott Reed. I don't know if he can or will ever read this, but he has a truly miraculous perception on life. This is to you.

Tang

So, my last post was just a trial post, I wanted to see if I could actually get the post to go through. It worked obviously.

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So today coming home from I saw the creepiest thing. There was a man standing in the middle of an on-ramp to a MAJOR freeway, just standing in the middle. So, being the good sumaritan that I am I tell the BF to pull over. This man was just standing there, from what we thought, until we found out that he was severly crippled. The BF was out in the middle of the on-ramp walking this guy out to the other side. We called the police afterward. It seemed to us that he was there dileberately. We then drove back to the site, and he had disappeared.

Now here is my theory. We have these chances in life, to prove that we are really truly good people. Maybe it's when you listen to someone, or just say you understand. But, no matter, we have these options, to be good, or bad. I think that I was in the midst of one of them today. I don't know why I would, but I could have drove away. Some people were honking at us, and trying to get as close as they could to the guy and still drive by. I don't know what the point of this experience was, but it was something as bizarre as beautiful. It was like a section of life, without the confusion, without the problems, with one solid goal. One thought. Maybe, that's what our goal is on Earth. To experience life, without the murkiness.

Maybe I am going too far to the left for some. If I have I am sorry. Tomorrow will once again be as amusing as I can be, but maybe somewhere out there, someone was thinking the same as I was.

Hope truly does spring eternal.

Love Ya
Tang

So I am totally disappointed. I put up this totally cool comentary, and where is it? I don't know....do you?