FYI
I thought you might want to know what my hair looks like now. Voila. It's blue. And magenta. And green.Every day, people on the street tell me they love my hair color. I never get tired of it. My hair is fucking rad. I love having blue hair. I feel supernatural, like a faery, or something that's nearly human but not quite. The only downside is that it's nearly impossible to go incognito. People remember the blue-haired chick with eye

Equinox
There are ten bags of trash on my sidewalk today. I am chucking literal and metaphorical shit out the door. Again.I've come to the point where I can't believe in my own transformation because I've made the effort so many times before. How many times have I shucked off the excess only to gather it around me again more quickly than I could have imagined? Something feels different this time but I am quick to downplay the significance. I am tired of disappointing myself. I am tired of letting down the people who dare to have faith in me. My house has been such a catastrophic mess that the last week has been soaked in bleach and loss. I've cleaned mess

Fancy meeting YOU here
"Hi! Wow, it's been ages! How've you been? Oh my god! That's so interesting! I, um, have to go, um, wash my hair or something! Yeah, I have a headache! Yeeaaaaaah. It was so great to see you! Take care! Byeee!"Jesus gay, I'm sorry, blog! But that's the treatment you've been getting from me whenever I see the link to post in my bookmarks. The same greeting I would give someone I met one night at a bar and promptly forgot about.You deserve better, blog. I put so much energy into you, in the yesteryears. And now when I see you I treat you like a cheap one night stand. I'm horrible. I would love to say that there's been s