You know? You hit a new low when you're told you're not fit to flip burgers in a fastfood place because I have no experience.
(Me: I've been working pretty much as a housemaid for the past four years. That involved flipping burgers.
Person Who Interviewed me: Yeah, but you have like, no real experience.
Me: *resists urge to stab*)
SO Today I spent most of the morning cleaning and rearranging the living room. It's doesn't SEEM like it yet, but trust me, I worked over five hours, only stopping once to go to drink water.
And then, later, when I went to take a shower, I had a bout of craziness in which I got sotired of my hair and how I looked. And I had a convinient pair of scissors nearby.
So.
HAIRCUT.
<- I pulled my hair from my face with my rainbow-colored hairband.
And during the weekend I'll probably go and have it properly trimmed and whatever. It's the shortest I've had my hair since I was a kid. I'm kinda in love with it, eeeeh.