Buhh morning
A couple lines of watery black ink, so, I am made up.
A couple tiny rubber bands, and I am pig tailed.
It's funny, to look at the scowling, sleepless, unfriendly looking girl in the mirror you'd never know she's had "part of your world" on repeat in her head for about 20 minutes.
Okay, about 15 years. But whatever.
Teeth brushed. Eh, still yellow. Whatevs. Amount of smiling to be done is directly proportional to the amount of sleep I got.
I'm excited for today, don't get me wrong. Any time with Jason is fantastic, and tonight I get to play video games with two people I adore, that's something to look forward to as well.
It's a strange pull that notices that my knees are creaking more loudly, that my eyes are duller, that my hair and shirt are pink which is an affliction unto itself.
And it's the stronger pull that puts on the eyeliner, arranges the hair in pig tails, puts on a pink shirt that I hate and won't mind destroying in this morning's work. I'm excited for today. I can see the thin band of black roots, on my head, where the real me is. Something about true colors shining through replaces the disney medley loop.
Seriously, I need to buy some hair dye. This red-faded-to-pink is killing me softly.
The happy part of me wants to shave my head and run screaming down the street, and give people flowers cuz its a sunshiney day.
But I'm still groggy and miserable enough to not care about all this weight of dead keratin on my head.
I guess it's a bipolar kind of day. Hopefully this will resolve by morning's end.
Just remembered why I don't write anymore- I'm never getting little enough sleep to want to.
A couple tiny rubber bands, and I am pig tailed.
It's funny, to look at the scowling, sleepless, unfriendly looking girl in the mirror you'd never know she's had "part of your world" on repeat in her head for about 20 minutes.
Okay, about 15 years. But whatever.
Teeth brushed. Eh, still yellow. Whatevs. Amount of smiling to be done is directly proportional to the amount of sleep I got.
I'm excited for today, don't get me wrong. Any time with Jason is fantastic, and tonight I get to play video games with two people I adore, that's something to look forward to as well.
It's a strange pull that notices that my knees are creaking more loudly, that my eyes are duller, that my hair and shirt are pink which is an affliction unto itself.
And it's the stronger pull that puts on the eyeliner, arranges the hair in pig tails, puts on a pink shirt that I hate and won't mind destroying in this morning's work. I'm excited for today. I can see the thin band of black roots, on my head, where the real me is. Something about true colors shining through replaces the disney medley loop.
Seriously, I need to buy some hair dye. This red-faded-to-pink is killing me softly.
The happy part of me wants to shave my head and run screaming down the street, and give people flowers cuz its a sunshiney day.
But I'm still groggy and miserable enough to not care about all this weight of dead keratin on my head.
I guess it's a bipolar kind of day. Hopefully this will resolve by morning's end.
Just remembered why I don't write anymore- I'm never getting little enough sleep to want to.