There’s something about a sense of normality that I take for granted, yet other times I rely heavily on that lack of realization so I can turn and take away that normality to help me appreciate why I ever though I needed it in the first place. It’s a vicious circle. For example when I cut my hair: I don’t particular like short hair, I don’t particular like long hair- I get in moods where everything seems to be the same as it was yesterday and it’s going to be that way tomorrow and the day next. So I want to somehow stop that. Change is good- but there are some things that I’ve come to realize I like being constant. Of course there are the bigger things (coming home to Tyler, Rue, Jei, and my cat) but there are also smaller things I would like to remain semi-constant if not always constant. I like my hair color. My brown semi-red because it’s MINE and nobody can mimic it. Not with dye, highlights, or cuts. Sure it’s fun to dye once and while to see what it would be like- heck, we all know I’m the queen of wearing wigs, but I think it’s great when we can flaunt ourselves on our days off. Well, the bad news is I’m rambling- but the good news is: My hair is back to normal.

And I saw a bus-ad today that said:
Get Naked.
Then ‘naked’ was crossed out and corrected (by the company that printed the sign, not a graffiti artist) to read:
Get a Job.
And did you know?
That made me really sad.

Go ahead and stay naked.
And also do whatever you want.