FEELING DOWN + SCISSORS = ???

Ok, maybe that wasn't such a good idea.

I've been feeling like I'm not looking my best lately. I guess that's a kind way of saying "like heck." Every woman in the universe knows what I mean. The tan is gone, the tummy could use some toning, hair is blah, skin getting dry, just general crap. The kinds of things that make passing a mirror an Olympic event. Quick dash. You just want to put a bag over your head, grab your sweats and hide from the world. Having to go to work everyday where there are actual people makes it that much worse. I haven't felt like this in a long time. The only thing I really have any instant control over is the hair. So I grabbed the scissors after dinner and proceeded to do what is surely going to piss off my hair stylist. Oh well. She'll probly get over it before I do.

It's not that my hair looks that bad. I've cut my own hair most of my life and up until a couple of years ago, no professional had ever touched my hair. So I did know what I was doing. I just cut it a little shorter than anyone with a brain in January in the Northeast would.

Oh well, it's done now. I guess I'll have to make friends with a hat for a bit. Me and Cecily can occupy our minds with something way bigger and much more important. (No, Cecily is not real and I don't even know anyone by that name.) Let's see, what can we think aboot?

I think this was my first "Girly Post"...

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