Femme Fatale

Sometimes when I look at pictures of myself with long hair, I miss how I looked, I’m still not used to having super short hair…but I don’t miss how annoying, and limp and in-the-way and unhealthy and gross long hair actually is.

Is there a better feeling than a Friday night?

Fat Tuesday what? I eat Pączki’s on Mondays, and any other day I want. I celebrate fat everyday.

Filed under: Things to remind me why I love my job.

So, I know everyone is already done talking about Whitney Houston, but I just have to make one newly-realized observation.

Mine and my (gay) exes’ song was/is “I Will Always Love You”. We dated from junior year of high school until we started college (and I dumped him) and were best friends years before that. I never realized how appropriate this song is for us until I have been bombarded with it the past few days.

“If I
Should stay
I would only be in your way” (of getting dudes)

“So good-bye
Please don’t cry
We both know I’m not what you
You need”

You know, cause he really needed dick the whole time.

Life, you sure are a funny bitch.

I chopped all my hair off tonight.

I kind of dig that my computer is broken…

Tonight there is red wine, red lipstick, music about love lost and never had, lots of feelings, and no outlet. Good lord I wish I could play my guitar on nights like this.

Looks like my Friday nights are back to being just me, alcohol, and movies. *sigh* I knew it couldn’t last forever.

In case anyone misses my face. :)

(Also, sidenote: I always wear the absolute minimum amount of makeup possible to work, like, just enough that I don’t look like a corpse - concealer, powder, mascara, blush, a little shimmer shadow…that’s it, and I always think I look alright with no real makeup on…until I actually PUT real makeup on, then I realize holy shit, I really look terrible without it.)