u/Crab_Jungle

A performance piece I do called “to stay is to suffer me” originally intended just to step out of my comfort zone and cry in front of an audience. Later evolving to a somewhat reflective piece about the experience itself. My poor partner had to kiss me with onion breath for days after the initial piece, motivating the title. Are we willing to stay with people with the knowledge that they’ve said or done things we don’t like? The knowledge that they may continue to do them? Are we willing to keep tasting the onions every time we kiss?

Evening yogurt bowl. Bear with me girls.

had an appointment with a stylist earlier today to get my hair cut after refusing to trust ANYONE with my hair due to an unfortunate mullet at the hands of a friend. I had sent the stylist photos of Sarah Sherman’s hair prior to the appointment in addition to pulling up a photo during the appointment. stylist told me he could do it MULTIPLE times.

Got out of the chair with the same chopped ass mullet my friend gave me. I’m trying to look on the bright side, my roommate and partner both said I look good and I think it could be easily fixed some layering. but the only alternative stylist in my area isn’t booking until August. Ive had short hair since I was a very young teen (GNC) and it feels like the universe is telling me to suck it up and grow my hair out. I hate it here