Choose Mold or Indifference

This weekend was a lot.

My paycheck was like a big wooomp woooomp.

It was less than $1k, which is unusual. But, that's what happens when I don't work overtime.

I deposited my check. Took out $500 out the ATM.

I knew I probably shouldn't get my hair done, but I needed to and a friend was coming into town and I wanted to look cute for him.

I bought the hair - a new brand for $40 a pack. I needed 2 packs. Arrgh. I got to the hair salon, showed it to my hair stylist. She laughed, saying I needed an extra pack.

Fuck.

I go to the beauty supply - the one far out of the way - the only one who had it. I hand over 2 20's.


Oh no, this is fake. The cashier told me.

I was dumbfounded.

I got this out the *ATM. She was like take it back.

I look at my phone and I had 6 missed calls. All my mom. She text me, I'm locked out. Come let me in.

That was over an hour before. Shit.

I call her 2x. She doesn't answer.

She calls back. WhereareyouwhydidntyoucallmeearlierBFFcameandletmeinIcandependonherandnotyou.

I'm glad she let you in.

Iamtoo. She hung up.

I shook my head. I can't deal.

I get my nails done, forgoing the usual pedicure. I just can't afford it. My usual technician is surprised. I go back to the hair salon.

The lady does my hair.

Oh, you didn't need the extra pack. I miscalculated.

It happens, I say, knowing my face is telling my true story.

Its freezing as I walk out the salon.

Good thing I like my hair. My house is in shambles. I fall asleep wishing I had the energy to clean.


To be continued....
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