Changing the mood, one post at a time
I made my earlier emo post private because it came out all wrong. I sounded bitter, like my pride had been wounded. And that wasn't it at all. It was something more than that and something I could try and explain for the next 20 years and still be misunderstood. So, eh. I'm okay now.
AND I bring you...eyeball cupcakes for the spooky potluck tomorrow:
That's right. Made by these two hands, if you can believe that. Look out! LOL...
And I'm still in shock over how fast my hair grew since June. If only I wasn't going gray, it would be so awesome! Heh.