I'm really looking forward to this one. I'm going to try out all the beds!
Apparently, my boyfriend is ill and that's why he's not been calling back. I find this out via text when i woke up this morning.
I was hoping for a better story than that, but eh.
Tire still flat. I'm just not dealing with it right now. I am aware that this problem isn't going away.
Right now, i'm just waiting to go get my hair cut. Getting my hair cut always makes me feel better. Just getting my hair washed by someone else makes me happy.
I'm not sure what i want to do with it. Maybe something even all the way around, like i used to do. The super-short back is too hard to work with. Really, i just need to get the fried bits cut off.
I told Michael the other day that I was getting a haircut, and his immediate reaction was "Please don't cut it all off!"
Like i was going to shave my head or something.
Not that I'm completely opposed to the idea, but if i shaved it off i'd have nothing to dye purple. Well, nothing visible, anyway. Heather and I were talking last night about how most guys seem to have a fetish for long hair. I don't get it ... long hair is a pain in the ass. Once it hits my shoulders, i just want it off, by any means necessary. As long as those any means are Eva at my favorite hair place in Long Beach.
Ugh, i think the sun is coming out. I prefer grey and rain.