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I just cut a good 6 inches off of my hair. I was just so sick of it. Now it is crazy with short, and tomorrow I'll go flaming red once again.
With the start of my new meds, I find myself taking action against things that bother me, instead of my usual method of complaining about things in an entertaining way. I hope I am not being too drastic, I may wake up tomorrow and really miss my long, lovely hair (not bloody likely).
Of course, there are still bad things I can't change, such as the death of Fred Rogers. So many people have mentioned it, I wont go into a whole, long thing. I will, however, quote the Simpsons imaginary clip of "Mister Rogers drunk":
"whaddaya mean I can't take off my sweater.... I'M HOT!!!"
With the start of my new meds, I find myself taking action against things that bother me, instead of my usual method of complaining about things in an entertaining way. I hope I am not being too drastic, I may wake up tomorrow and really miss my long, lovely hair (not bloody likely).
Of course, there are still bad things I can't change, such as the death of Fred Rogers. So many people have mentioned it, I wont go into a whole, long thing. I will, however, quote the Simpsons imaginary clip of "Mister Rogers drunk":
"whaddaya mean I can't take off my sweater.... I'M HOT!!!"
