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Diet Cherry Coke and Turkish Jade Camel
cigarettes.

I've changed two of my most constant things.

Cherry Coke and Newport cigarettes used to
be my choices. However, the ever rising price
of Newports and my ghetto booty both screamed
to be fixed. Therefore, the diet soda and
different brand of smokes.

Silly, yes?

I'm such a twit.

Twenty se7en

Tomorrow is my birthday.
I will be twenty seven.

I know I look a lot younger than that. I've
even been carded for horror movies by girls
younger than me, girls just barely past the
breast growing stage.

But, I will be twenty seven.

Holy fuck.

Twenty seven?!

Hello. I am twenty seven years old and I sleep
in a closet, surrounded by Wonderland and
glow in the dark bats. Hello. I am twenty seven
years old and I still wear my hair up in
pigtails. Hello. I am twenty seven years old and
I still squeal over Hello Kitty merchandise.

Hello. I am twenty seven years old and I have
been married once, over seas three times (all
traveling alone), diagnosed with schizophrenia,
in love, out of love, shattered, unraveled,
punched in the face, the attendee of too many
funerals, the mommy of hundreds of cats, a
plant killer, a chain smoker, a drug addict,
a belligerent big mouth, and in five car
accidents.

I have more grey hair than I know what to do
with. It is time for a desperately needed dye
job. It is also time to cut my bangs again.
I only did them last week, but not nearly short
enough. And they're still kind of crooked.

I miss living with Thee Pumpkin Girl because
she always cut and coloured my hair for me.
Not crooked, either. And she never missed spots
with the dye.

I'm finishing this cigarette and then cutting
my hair.