Jiggety-Jig

My hair is officially long enough to cover potentially embarrassing hard nipples again. Which is awesome.

The highlight of the trip home (flew out of Heathrow a day before the attacks were supposed to happen) was when the lady checking boarding passes on the way into the security line tried to confiscate my Burt's Bees. I mean, she did confiscate my Burt's Bees after I'd asked her whether it was okay to take on board (the AA website had said it was), but then she didn't throw it away so much as leave it on her desk where I could see it shrinking in the distance, and when I nearly started crying (it had been a pretty emotional morning, saying goodbye to Lui and all), my dad went back and got it for me. I put it in my bag and the actual security people either didn't see it on the x-ray, or didn't care. The other highlight was the irony of one of the people operating the x-rays being a middle-aged Arab man, beard, turban and all. Ah, racial profiling.

It's not as weird to be home this year as it was last year, which is weird in itself because last year was a vacation and this year is kind of permanent. I haven't seen any of my friends yet though, and I think what shocked me most last summer was how little their lives had changed while mine was progressing so rapidly. So it may get there yet.

I've been seeing a chiropractor as of yesterday, and he's promised that he can help fix my digestion problems and my infertility problem. I think I'm going to like this. Like, a lot.

Oh, and I didn't tell you, Libertine, that the dreaded thing happened: Lui accidentally clicked on the wrong bookmark and stumbled across my blog. He knew it existed, he knew where it was, he'd just always told me he had no intent of reading it, which allowed me to write things I wouldn't necessarily tell him. But he landed on it, so he read the last entry, the one about Sex & the City and like all of my exes and how they still play into my life... It was bad. But not as bad as it could've been. But still pretty bad, and I got to tell him all sorts of fun things like how he betrayed my trust. Usually when we argue, it's my fault. So I guess this was a nice change.

That's about it for now. I've been ridiculously busy, but mostly with boring things like chiropractors and haircuts and orthodontists and Target and bra-shopping. Oh, the bra shopping. I opened an Angels card yesterday. I can see this being a problem.