6:30am: if i wake up now i can shower and blowdry and strighten my hair.
7am: if i wake up now i can shower and just let my hair go curly.
7:30am: if i wake up now i can just rinse off and wash my face and throw my hair up.
8am: if i wake up now i can just redo last night’s makeup, throw my hair up and spray on some perfume.
And sometimes when you’re on, you’re really fucking on, and your friends, they sing along and they love you. But the lows are so extreme that the good seems fucking cheap, and it teases you for weeks in its absence. But you’ll fight and you’ll make it through. You’ll fake it if you have to, and you’ll show up for work with a smile. You’ll be better and you’ll be smarter and more grown-up and a better daughter (or son) and a real good friend. And you’ll be awake; you’ll be alert. You’ll be positive, though it hurts, and you’ll laugh and embrace all your friends. You’ll be a real good listener. You’ll be honest. You’ll be brave. You’ll be handsome and you’ll be beautiful. You’ll be happy.
One man cut a swath in the woods just outside Taft, a half acre or so, and opened a bar with a few whores. He did this under the eyes of several rangers. A flummoxed ranger sent a telegram to Missoula, no idea how to proceed.
“Two undesirable prostitutes established on government land,” he wired. “What should I do?”
Another ranger wired back: “Get two desirable ones.”” —
Timothy Egan, The Big Burn (My favorite excerpt from this book, so far.)
I read his other book, The Worst Hard Time (about the Dust Bowl), a year ago and it is one of my top 5 favorites of all time. This one is climbing up to that list pretty quickly, too.
Why does Gone With The Wind have to be on when I’m supposed to go out for my friend’s birthday? All I want to do is watch enormous dresses swish around and imagine falling in love with Rhett Butler.