What I've been up to
Sorry to those that have written to me, and I haven't wrote back. I have no good excuse, really. I was all happy happy, joy joy for a couple days after my birthday, then got all depressed. I can't believe I hit 35. That's like, middle age and shit. I can't be middle aged-I listen to the same music as my kids! They borrow my cd's! I drive too fast, and swear at people that won't go at least the speed limit. Middle age? That's for people that listen to oldies and shit like that. Never mind the fact that I have a Beatles cd, dammit. My current favorite cd is Theory of a Deadman's Scars & Souvenirs. I love Bad Girlfriend. Does that sound like someone who is middle aged? And those little bitches at the check outs don't even card me anymore. You know, up to just a few years ago I had to practically sign my name in blood to prove I was old enough to buy alcohol. I guess time flies when you're sitting on your ass.
Then, it happened. I was straining to find flaws in the mirror and guess what? I found them. I have the beginnings of laugh lines around my eyes. I went to the store and bought a bunch of face cleansers and creams. For how much they cost, they damn well better work! Now I've got little over-priced pots and tubes of crap on the counter in the bathroom. I swore I'd never do that. I hate it when I lie to myself.
I also found gray hairs at my temple. 3 on the right, 2 on the left. Thank the Gods I don't actually have eyes in the back of my head. I didn't get a good chance to look back there. Anyway, I went straight to my Mom (she's a hairdresser) and had her dye my hair. I asked for my natural brown color, I ended up with dark auburn. Ok, yes-I have natural red highlights. That does NOT mean RED! I have nothing against red hair, I just didn't want it on me. My 11 year old daughter (I can hear her now, saying 11 and a half, Mom) took one look at me and very loudly says 'Oh, my God Mom! Your hair is orange!' (I was standing in the sunlight) Yeah. Shuddup, kid.
You know, my Mom's been doing that kind of crap to me since I was in middle school. I was always her test subject. 'Oh look! A new kind of perm! Let's try it!' and I'd end up looking like a puff ball, because she wanted me to have cute tight curly ringlets. I just wanted straight hair. Maybe a bit less oily (puberty sucks big dog dick). Did she listen to me? HA! Just like when I wanted blonde streaks in my hair, which was popular with the 80's hair bands I listened to (hey, it actually was the 80's at the time!). I got turned into Madonna with her platinum blonde hair. My entire head was damn near white blonde! With dark brown eyebrows! AARRGGG!!! Needless to say, I didn't allow her to do my hair for years. I've never been that much of a do-my-hair person anyway. Hell, I still just put it up in a ponytail. Brush it out in the morning, put a hair tie around it, good to go. Takes about a minute. Ka Bamm! It's done. Don't sneeze, you'll miss it.
Yeah, so anyway. I'm slightly better now. Reading lots of smutty, porny fanfiction dealing with Harry and Draco. If that hadn't cheered me up, well, I don't know. I wouldn't do anything stupid, but I'd be pissed off and depressed. But it worked, so no worries! And as long as I keep telling myself that, I'll be good. Right?
Then, it happened. I was straining to find flaws in the mirror and guess what? I found them. I have the beginnings of laugh lines around my eyes. I went to the store and bought a bunch of face cleansers and creams. For how much they cost, they damn well better work! Now I've got little over-priced pots and tubes of crap on the counter in the bathroom. I swore I'd never do that. I hate it when I lie to myself.
I also found gray hairs at my temple. 3 on the right, 2 on the left. Thank the Gods I don't actually have eyes in the back of my head. I didn't get a good chance to look back there. Anyway, I went straight to my Mom (she's a hairdresser) and had her dye my hair. I asked for my natural brown color, I ended up with dark auburn. Ok, yes-I have natural red highlights. That does NOT mean RED! I have nothing against red hair, I just didn't want it on me. My 11 year old daughter (I can hear her now, saying 11 and a half, Mom) took one look at me and very loudly says 'Oh, my God Mom! Your hair is orange!' (I was standing in the sunlight) Yeah. Shuddup, kid.
You know, my Mom's been doing that kind of crap to me since I was in middle school. I was always her test subject. 'Oh look! A new kind of perm! Let's try it!' and I'd end up looking like a puff ball, because she wanted me to have cute tight curly ringlets. I just wanted straight hair. Maybe a bit less oily (puberty sucks big dog dick). Did she listen to me? HA! Just like when I wanted blonde streaks in my hair, which was popular with the 80's hair bands I listened to (hey, it actually was the 80's at the time!). I got turned into Madonna with her platinum blonde hair. My entire head was damn near white blonde! With dark brown eyebrows! AARRGGG!!! Needless to say, I didn't allow her to do my hair for years. I've never been that much of a do-my-hair person anyway. Hell, I still just put it up in a ponytail. Brush it out in the morning, put a hair tie around it, good to go. Takes about a minute. Ka Bamm! It's done. Don't sneeze, you'll miss it.
Yeah, so anyway. I'm slightly better now. Reading lots of smutty, porny fanfiction dealing with Harry and Draco. If that hadn't cheered me up, well, I don't know. I wouldn't do anything stupid, but I'd be pissed off and depressed. But it worked, so no worries! And as long as I keep telling myself that, I'll be good. Right?