I've found my self to be very blessed over the past few days. Mortality is a debt to God paid, and substance abuse is not an asshole made. I throw a curtsy on the end of that and say "Goodnight.". :)
The hair on my head will not be long enough by my birthday for making dreads. Alas. I remain slightly more employable for a few weeks longer
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I'd watch it, but have been told I'll regret it by those who have.
Plans for the New Year: *Donate Eggs *Make Dreadlocks *Buy House *Finish Paying Back Family *Unshackle Self From Deep-Seated "Good Girls Don't Make A Fuss" Philosophy's Damaging/Hindering Influence On Life
Live every moment like you're running on two shots of Vodka.
Well, I dressed as a wacked-out, punk-rock, sexy-mizz-claus/elf thing for Carytown's Fashion Thursday. *The*John Smith did my make up, and it was akin to having one's face attacked by Leonardo da Vinci on acid. Awesomness
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