Blah magic...

So, I had been feeling pretty damn down lately due to various reasons I don’t want to go into. I was dragging my arse around and wondering the point of a lot of things and when I looked in the mirror all I could see was this dreadfully plain looking woman and that didn’t help. The plain thing
isn’t new. I’ve been plain for years and accepted that as a fact. It’s just when you’re feeling emotionally blah and crap, looking like Olive Oyl’s fat sister doesn’t help. Then I went to my regular hairdressing appointment today. And magic happened. No, it’s not the colouring, chemicals and cutting etc. It’s just dealing with professional people who understand that you want more out of who you are. You don’t have to explain stuff to them. They know why you’re there.

I feel better. Not great. But better. Feeling down? Don’t look to friends that you have to explain everything to especially when you can't. They’re probably never going to get it as they’re too close to you. Go to the hairdresser. They get it.

Nothing to tell you…..

…zip happened. It was all round blah here. So blah that I wonder what is the point of stuff…but isn’t that just like life?

May the force be with you and your laundry gets dry

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Blah day…

I cannot begin to describe how blah today has been. It culminated in me noticing a dead blue tongue under the front stairs as I came home. As I looked down on the lizard, my house keys fell from my hand, passed the steps and landed on the dead lizard, spearing the flesh and making maggots spill out onto my keys...oh yeah...some days are diamonds...

At least I don't have to deal with Pigzilla. Click here.

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