Trim, or something else? I'm peering at hairstyles on the internet, pondering bobs and bangs and all kinds of crazy stuff.
A trim, I guess, though sometimes I feel daring. But really I have to be able to put my hair up, and given that it doesn't really deal with barrettes and clips and the like, my options are limited.
Oh, and I found pants at Ann Taylor last night. And two sweaters. And spent a ridiculous amount of money, although all of it was marked down. I know I'll get my money's worth, but man. Ouch.
You need clothes to work, and work equals money. And you need sweaters, because Chicago is crazy cold.
One of my recurring trying-to-wake-up nightmares (seriously, as if I don't hate getting up enough, I get dreams that herald it?!) involves trying to take a shower in shower/tub that is defective, often too small and the shower curtain clings.
CRAZY cold is exactly right.
Ugh. Star Wars condoms:
If that's not the definition of optomism I don't know what is.
Bored. Bored bored bored. Even the internets aren't entertaining me. I'm waiting on something to be code reviewed so I can test it but it's. Taking. Forever.
A trim, I guess, though sometimes I feel daring.
I'm feeling a little daring! Not a ton daring. I'm not sure I'm ready to have bangs, for example. I don't think I've had them since elementary school.
No, no bangs. Nothing that really truly needs maintenance. Or would get in my eyes. Or require product.
OMG, it is so dry outside. I don't remember it ever being this unhumid in NYC.
I think we stole all your moisture, Tom. It hasn't stopped raining here for what feels like weeks.
Bored. Bored bored bored.
FCM: Dani Reese (Life), Zoe (Firefly), Sarah Connor (SCC/TV version).
