Because.

So I need to blog today...

Well, today's accomplishments included avoiding a big, GIMUNGO skin picking session. I fought it hard, and I fought it good... and I won.

J/K. I mean, it is true: I didn't pick at my skin. And I definitely avoided a big screw up. But I found it easy to do for some reason...

Maybe it was because I was SO DAMN FULL FROM ALL THOSE (whole-wheat) BISCUITS I MADE!

I was just so focused on my stomach being in pain that I couldn't focus on anything else. You'd think the stress of being full would cause someone who is prone to picking at their skin... to pick at their skin. But. NOPE! Apparently not.

So I gotta get f-cking fat to conquer this skin picking, eh? Well, as much as I enjoy avoiding my skin... NO DICE!

I don't wanna give up this rather thin body. No sir/madame.



Alright. I also went to work today blahblahblahblahblah. It was pretty pleasant. I tried not to dream of escaping the confines of my work's plastered walls and tantalizing vaulted ceiling too much. One day though... no more. No more of you, Work.

I'll be doing the work I like, B*TCHES!


Anyway.

Haircut tomorrow. Wooo-oooo! I'm gonna go to the salon and not only get a haircizzut, but also express my disgust at a 'salon receptionist' (?) who told me over the phone that I can't return a hair salon product just because "I don't like it." Geez lady... Who the hell returns stuff they DO like?!?!?! People dislike things for all kinds of reasons. She didn't let me finish my sentence to tell why I didn't like the product. Ohhhh... the NERVE of her...

Imwritingafackingletterificantgetthisworkedouttomorrow!



Goodnight.