What the world needs now...

My arm is itchy. Goddamnit!

I do, however, have freshly black hair and newly
cut bangs (and a clean shaved back of the head-
yay for undercuts!).

You would think that after all of this time
and practice at dying my own hair, I'd manage
to not wind up with dyed ears, neck, chest,
sink, fingers, feet, cat, litter box, wall,
and forehead as well.

Bah!

Tomorrow is going to suck at work, as it is
our insanely busy day. Not only that, but my
driving test is on Friday and I still haven't
learned how to park. I was going to attempt it
this evening, but I grew much too lazy for my own
good. So, tomorrow, I'm going to steal the car
and go out with the Engineer to get some much needed
parking practice in.

K turns, I can do. Parallel parking? Fuck no.
It gives me hives, just thinking about it.
Thank god, I don't have to take the test in my
Eldorado. I'd never pass in a million years. Not ever.

Time for bed. I've had enough of true crime television
to last me for a lifetime.

\m/

cracker ass cracker

I've discovered the joys of downloading *ahem* free music
from the Internet.

Currently, I am running "Baby, Hit Me One More Time" as
covered by Travis.

You know, this is actually an extremely sad song...

Everyone else has been posted The New Year sort of posts.
I'm just glad that last year is gone and finished now.
It was most likely one of the most horrendous times of my
life. And I'm not likely to recover fully, in anything
resembling the near future.

Hell, I'm not so sure I'll recover fully whatsoever.
Damn. There's me, trying to be optimistic.

Everything I touch and see and hear is a sharp, painful
memory. Isn't this supposed to go away with time?
I wear a mask of peachykeenness. But, it's only really
a mask. Always a mask.

Shouldn't I have learned my lesson with this? Previous
rulers across my knuckles should have been incentive
enough, wouldn't you think?

I'm a dense kind of girl, I would reckon.
And I must surely love the taste of brick in my mouth,
as I keep ramming my head against all of these walls.