In the past week, I have gone and had my hair cut and colored again....
I call this color "Ch-ch-ch-ch cherry bomb!" This picture doesn't look quite as chroma as it does in real life and well, I'm not sure I can handle "Devil Red...." Yep, I think she said that was the color on the tube. That'll teach me to go to a new salon where all of the roller derby chicks go to be coiffed.
Because I am so alternative and crazy...
I attended a funeral for a friend's mother (shit, this was sadder than words),eaten way too much pizza, hung out with friends
Man, Moira looks like me when I was her age. I would share a pic from the day but sadly, my closet if full-to-the-brim of Christmas gifts and I can't upset the balancing act I have going on in there to humor you. Just know, I am correct in this assumption.
I also had jury duty yesterday. Yippee!!!!
Nothing says love for your common man than wedging your ass between mute men and their iPads. Can I state the obvious of communing with 401 people while shoved in a stale old holding cell? People smell funky. Like REALLY FUNKY!!! and leather jackets hold the scent of every sin you can think of....
I did see three people I sorta knew and was pursued by a person named Pat. I shit you not, her name was Pat and she looked like Pat. I know this because they called her name out as Patricia. Now, I have many gay and lesbian friends with whom I have the up most love and respect for...(so don't get your panties in a wad - an occurrence that happens to me about 50 times a day, literally) but if any one of them acted like this chick to another being, I would have to give them a firm talking to on the finer points of picking up a date.
I would for one would tell them to act coy. Not full-ass stare at their subject for like EIGHT UNCOMFORTABLE HOURS!!! I would also say, give this subject some room. Don't haunch yourself on them, their sweater and their bad, trashy book. Nothing makes most subjects crabby than having someone in their personal space. Next up: don't stalk them at lunch where you follow them EVERYWHERE! including the bathroom, coffee shop, the frigid outdoors. If you are that enamored by their beauty, try to smile and strike up a simple conversation. I mean, I CAN be nice and I was nice because I DO feel everyone should be given a chance but DUDE!!! Her wide-eyed stare freaked me the fuck out. After I was released from having to send someone to the electric chair (though, isn't the chair abolished?), I high-tailed myself to my car where I made sure to look both ways and behind me to make sure I didn't have a follower. Because that is all I need....
Next up? Moira's eighth birthday. Sunday.
I could totally handle it. with open arms.....
but I would be so pissed that I had all that Monster High shit in my closet and my girls didn't know that Santa really payed attention this year.
Side note: I would have acted the same way if 'Pat' were a man. It just so happened she wasn't though I would have felt the same way if she were a he. So, please don't think I'm being a bigoted asshole. Because I really am not. For reals.
P.S.S. Side note: I feel it is quite sad that I can't write what I feel any longer for the fear of offending someone. If you really knew me in "real time," you would know, I am a far more compassionate and caring individual than it seems and would never purposely hurt someone. Even though I do love the word "fuck." You can use the word is so many creative and awesome ways. Though I do not. Because I lack creativity these days.
P.S.S.S. Sid enote: When did I let anonymous people take away my freedom and voice? Back when my son died? When people judged me for not knowing me?
P.S.S.S.S. Side note: If you ARE anonymous, you do know I know your IP address and where you work, right? Just because your Gmail is bogus doesn't mean shit. I have skills people! Mad skillz!
P.S.S.S.S.S. Side note: I don't know... I am on a roll and thought I needed to add this last PPPSSS'd to make sure y'all knew I am totally... I don't know... remorseful? For talking about people? Shit, I am not sure why I care anymore. I hate being thought as a douche-bag. I totally need to go to counseling for this feeling. Yeah, right.