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I think my air condition decided to take the day off. Am I wrong, or does it not make sense that my room (with the air condition set on high) is still hotter than the rest of the house that is AC free. It really picked a great day to crap out because it is balls hot out. I am not very tolerant of high heat.

So I actually made my decision on the pressing matter of whether or not to get my hair cut. I was all set to do it today and I walk in and am greeted by an older lady saying she'll be right with me. Hmmmm...the haircut is fairly modern and I wasn't quite sure if she could handle it...needless to say, my hair did not get cut. Granted I feel like an asshole for bitching out on it, but I prefer to think of it as symptom of my PTSD triggered by the idea of a bad haricut. Since the horrific encounter I had with the shears last year, I've been extremely nervous when it comes to taking scissors to my hair. I wasn't trying to be an ageist bitch, but really, I'm not in the right emotional state to deal with Mullet Summer Part 2.

I decided today that I really enjoy writing. I'm not very good at it, but I like to do it. My friend Dana and I talked about our dreams of dropping everything and just hanging out at our homes and writing. Honestly, to be paid tons of money to sit at home on my computer all day (which is pretty much what I do now) seems extremely appealing. I was really excited at the end of our conversation...so who knows where it will go. For now, my writing is confined to this blog. If anyone wants to pay me for it, I won't object ;)

By the way, I'm glad that I got my computer fixed and that it doesn't just crap out and die like it used to...oh wait no, it still does that, even after the month's worth of repair time that went into it. AWESOME.

Hearts,
Sarah