I went to PFDA thursday night. Its where a bunch of people in the funeral industry get together, drink, and gossip about each other under the guise of a professional association. Ironically enough Alcoholics Anonymous was having a meeting at the same time in the other lobby of that cheap hotel

Juan was my date, and he looked so handsome with his pink hair. 
(damn flash washed out his color)
It was awful. I did see 3 former co-workers/classmates and caught up but everyone else was so rude. They gawked and acted like we were the plague. There was so much animosity in the air I couldn't breathe. I had a huge knot in my stomach this whole week thinking about it but in the end I am glad I went. It killed any little notion I had of going back to that chapter in my life. I went to San Antonio this past weekend with my boss to a hair show and even though I was disappointed by all the overprocessed and shredded hair that the majority of the attendants were sporting, I did not feel like I didn't belong. Being there last night gave me a tinge of the same noxious feelings I had grown accustomed to when I was still working for a funeral home. I had not felt that low in a very long time. I needed that though to make me realize how fortunate I am to be surrounded by the people I am now.



i-189Chicos se ven muy pretty.. love ya! i-189
Odiaria ir a una reunión de personas de la escuela o anyplace, tho, soy socially awkward, y nadie nos entiende a mi y a mis chicas, pero talvez en muchos años si me gustaría ir a ver como quedaron todos, haha, xoxo dear i-211i-80


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