So, I come downstairs today with the full intension of making myself a lunch before work. Then I remember that I groggily heard my sister say she made me a sandwich and it’s in the fridge. Well, I open the fridge and pull out my new plaid lunch bag and inside is a sandwich, an energy bar, string cheese, a cute note (signed “Anonymous Lunchmaker”) and a dollar.

This is just one reason why my sister is better than yours.
(Teasing, but she is badass.)

I am really getting tired of weird and strange men adding me on MSN and asking me immediately to open my webcam. If they aren’t getting the information from my website (which they aren’t) how are they finding me? And English is never their fist language so it makes it very difficult to communicate and decipher if they’re just being friendly or weird.

So I’m pretty excited about my new swimsuit.

Honestly, it’s really rare for me to find a swimsuit that I like, ever, because of my breast size. Most of the time I just end up looking like a severe tramp. I’m modest, yes, but seriously some of the cutest suits I would like to wear turn into a tramp stamp the moment I put them on. I tried on this adorable strawberry two piece, it was sooo cute, but… it didn’t work.

Curse you women with a B cup or smaller! All the suits look so adorable on you. =(

So anyway, I tried this one on and flipped; there’s a little bit of boobage but I don’t care. Swimsuits are going to be like that, right? It’s elegant and cute, perhaps even sexy, all at the same time. I’m very, very happy.

Also, Kelly and Ash have moved in across the way, so we have our own little “Friends” thing going on. And it looks like I’ll be playing the White Witch in The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe this summer as well as perhaps another play. (I’m more excited about the possibility of the second one, but I don’t want to get my hopes up.) =D

OH YES I DID.

So this has been a long and on-going process, as most hair people will know. The above shot was a few nights ago after three applications of color removal. First I should state that I had red, no really, really red, in my hair for about a year. Everywhere I looked online advised against going from red to blonde yourself and recommended seeing a professional, which for corrective coloring would cost about $200 or more? Yeah, I don’t think so. I took it as a challenge. So I figured I would put my success story up here for those looking for a how to do it yourself for less than $30.

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I feel so relieved now that suddenly I realize how tired I am. And have been. A huge weight has been lifted that I didn’t even know I was carrying. I can breathe again. And so now I’m going to roll over and get some sleep because I finally feel like I can. Goodnight.