A Little Unlucky...

Have you ever been in such an awkward and uncomfortable situation that you need to constantly remind yourself to be you? That was me last night. And then I felt as though I became too much of myself… as if I were oversaturated with my personality, because I was so conscious of it. Like I was my uber-self. Needles to say, I pretty much made a fool of my-uber-self.

I ran into an ex last night. Or should I say The Ex? It was mildly irritating and led me to overcompensate by drinking too much. And The Boyfriend was “so cool with everything” until we were home, when he became decidedly less cool about it all.

It looks like St. Patrick got the best of me this year…

Restless syndrome continues...

I suppose my feelings of restlessness surpass a drastic haircut. I bought a TV online last night. Did I need one? No. Did I want one? Not really. It just felt like time. And I was unbelievably coerced by the Sharp Friends and Family Discount e-mail that I received. Well, whatever. I guess I will have a new TV sometime next week. Now I just have to figure out what to do with the old one... (Note to self: Burn credit card!

Hair woes

Despite the unexpected snow day from work on Monday, this week is officially dragging. Luckily, I'm leaving work early on Friday, because I have an appointment with my extremely nice, extremely intuitive, extremely over-priced hairdresser, Liz.

I am beginning to get that restless feeling in the pit of my stomach and sense that I need a change. So I figure I can either chop my hair off, quit my job (which I love very much), or dump my boyfriend (just kidding, D. I'm not that restless). Haircut it is. I have mixed feelings, but unless I mutter 'just lightly trim the ends' at the last second, I intend to emerge five inches shorter. My hair, that is.