Team Holly

I miss Team Holly. Before I moved here I had a virtual pit crew of assistants that I paid to constantly create me, as i envisioned in the moment. I did feel like a pretty, feminine well tuned F1 car. That was in another city, when I had more funds and more time. London eats both like they were Haribo. I was at a girls' weekend trip in the Rhone Valley and we were talking about therapy. I laughed and said I actually had more than one therapist. I went on to describe Team Holly, which is a "group of people that I had appointments with every month but sometimes as frequently as weekly (e.g. therapy after the Aussie/American breakup). Consisting of wax, reiki, spiritual massage, and mental therapist, manicurist, hair stylist and astrologer. I suppose I saw all these people quite often because I had a lack of social life, all friends at once doing a Smugmarried –lemmings impersonation. But one never knows when it might start up again. Thus be prepared by having no body hair, glistening locks, pretty toes and a strong, confident will. If only to do so did not cost the same as the upkeep of a small South American country's army.