Adventures in…. Hair Dye

I have no idea what to write today. I did stuff today. It was different stuff than I normally do. Now I am dyeing my hair some strange amalgamation of colors in my medicine cabinets. It should be red. If it is terrible, I will fix it tomorrow.

Have some cute

These are those times when I debate my decision to blog the three days a week no matter what is going on. I mean, I just wrote a paragraph about hair coloring.  Truthfully, it isn’t that I don’t have anything to say, because I always do, but it is just that I am not writing about it here.

Believe it or not there are something that the woman who talked about pubic hair topiary won’t discuss on her blog. Our lives intertwine with other people’s lives, and I can’t always write about what is frustrating me because it involves those other lives. I got lucky and several of the major players in my life seem okay with me talking about where our lives meet. God bless Tina. That woman ends up on here almost more than I do. Other people in my life have made it clear that they don’t want me to write about them. I tried to explain that it is you cats who suffer for having to read the crap I write when I am trying not to write about stuff.  That argument is invalid, apparently. One day, I will learn to spell apparently without FireFox yelling at me.

It boils done to sometimes I get sick of putting up with bullshit. Now I have something awesome to distract me from the bullshit. The bullshit I am putting up with is stressing me out to the point I am not able to write. Making it more awesome is that the people perpetrating the bullshit that is stressing me out from being able to write is blaming the distraction. It turns into one big convoluted bitch fest.

I am also feeling a lot of pressure and a crazy ticking clock. I feel like I should be more awesome by now. I am going through another one of those ‘what the hell am I doing’ phases. I don’t know how long it takes to be awesome, but I am not very good at waiting, and I feel like something needs to happen soon to prove to myself that I am not wasting my time. Ambition is a bitch.

The funny thing is that it is that stupid cycle of stupid. I am stressed out so I have a hard time writing, and not being able to write stresses me out even more, making it harder to write. It is crazy talk.

I think wine might be the answer. Yes, wine.