Today is a torture day. Everything is torture. Auditors, filing, crappy vision benefits- ARG!! At least I can see without wearing sunglasses indoors. Time is limping slowly towards the weekend instead of moving at normal breakneck pace. I am a husk of a human being, and all I can really do is bitch about everything I don't want to do. Which is anything at all.
Sorry Dylan. You are a patient man for dealing with this.
My big bloggy question is about hair. Should I go straight or curly on vacation?? This will decide if I pack (and lug around) a blow drier for the trip. Yesterday's post had straight hair in the pic-- today's gratuitous 'me' picture has curly:
deciding...
I'm trying to avoid the old American with bad hair look. My excuse for such blatant vanity is 'I don't want to get mugged for looking too lame.' My truth is that I don't want to look like the oldest, out-of-touchest person in the country. Help me decide my hair!!!
Beeteedubs- this shirt's detailing is see-through lacework. Today has been an adventure in badness. Yikes. Boobs.
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