You've Got To Make It Bloom

So for Christmas I am treating myself to a $40 haircut. This would have been par for the course back in the day, but now this is a huge luxury for me. As a woman, I care much more for my hair than I should, so I consider it an investment of sorts. There are just some things you can't expect a girl to give up.

Lately I have been thinking about myself and how I am different since I have visited prison and how I am the same. It's weird because I feel very much the same, but I notice different things about myself now and then. I am much more wary of everyone. I see and appreciate nature and architecture like I never really did before. I spend lots of time worrying about making good decisions. I get angry rather than sad. I deal with difficult situations more calmly. I smile for no reason. I assert myself so easily now. I very rarely cry over my own shit. I am much more guarded and protective of my heart. I have a best friend I've barely talked to in years. What if she doesn't like me the way I am now? Or vice versa?? I don't necessarily fear vice versa, but it scares the hell out of me. So much so that I shy away from confronting it...

Ya'll will never guess what happened yesterday. I went to the bathroom, and flushed the toilet, and reached up into the cabinet above and accidentally knocked a bottle of my perfume into the flushing toilet and can you believe that it sucked that glass bottle right down?? I was like, in shock. So I reached up into the toilet in desperation but I couldn't reach far enough to even feel the bottle. And my hands and wrists are very small! This is a relatively heavy glass bottle. I don't see how it could turn the corner in the pipe. I am still a little freaked out. I don't even know what to think. They are coming to fix it. What a pain in my ass.

Come on be on fire
Come on be a liar
My dress is the prettiest
Cover me in burns
Everyone take a turn
I'm already humiliated
My, oh my baby you do reflect the sun
And my, oh my baby you were almost golden

If The Beatles had put out a techno record, it would be Give Up by The Postal Service.

Jam of the Day: Under Control by The Strokes