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It is Friday the 13th.
And two more days until my 30th birthday.
My mother, sister, and I are going to the circus.
Barnum & Bailey's 200th Anniversary Tour.
I have no other special plans for the day.
I thought I was going to dye my hair pink..
I even bought the hair dye.
But I am having a problem...
My hair is actually falling out.
I mean in clumps..tons of it.
Every time I touch it.
I'm too scared to brush it.
I'm also too scared to find out WHY it is actually doing this.
I hate Facebook.
I hate people telling me to join Facebook.
I do NOT want people I hate finding me and acting fake.
GROSS.
Like there isn't enough of that in the real world?
No fucking thanks.
I am old.
Happy Birthday Robin!
And two more days until my 30th birthday.
My mother, sister, and I are going to the circus.
Barnum & Bailey's 200th Anniversary Tour.
I have no other special plans for the day.
I thought I was going to dye my hair pink..
I even bought the hair dye.
But I am having a problem...
My hair is actually falling out.
I mean in clumps..tons of it.
Every time I touch it.
I'm too scared to brush it.
I'm also too scared to find out WHY it is actually doing this.
I hate Facebook.
I hate people telling me to join Facebook.
I do NOT want people I hate finding me and acting fake.
GROSS.
Like there isn't enough of that in the real world?
No fucking thanks.
I am old.
Happy Birthday Robin!