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February 2018 is done. Over.

Other than officially landing a decent job that I enjoy and completely changing my hair, I don't feel like I've accomplished anything. Another month of my life has passed and I'm still basically in the same place in life. I'm not depressed about it, but I'm not super impressed with myself either. I could be doing so much more with my time and I just don't.

I blame winter. I always slip into a funk right around Thanksgiving and I don't come out of it until about April..ish. I hate winter. With the white hot passion of a thousand blistering suns. I hate snow. I hate freezing rain. I hate cold wind. I hate getting in my car and being miserable until it warms up. I just want it to be warm. I love fall. Love it. NOT particularly fond of what follows. BUT! All of this is almost over. Why, in just a couple of weeks, Daylight Savings Time begins. One less hour of sleep but it means we're definitely wiggling out of the tight grip of Jack Frost.

However, I am not excited about sweating my tits off in a hot warehouse all summer. I AM glad that I am not in the same place I was at this time last year. FUCK that place. With something hard and sandpapery.

I really hope March is a good month. Not just for me, but for J as well. For Zeus. For us.

i'm gonna cut my hair...

...well, I'm not going to do it myself. Not making that mistake twice. The last time I did that, it ended up FUBAR and I rocked a pixie that I didn't want for about a year.  No, this time, I'm going to leave it up to the professionals. I want a bob... of the asymmetrical variety. It's pretty long now, reaching the middle of my back. It'll be a huge change. I think I'm ready. I definitely know that it's way too thick and I'm tired of dealing with it. I need something easy. I realize that short hair also has to be styled or it looks like shit, but it's worth it. I don't want to be sweating my ass off in a warehouse all summer with a thick, hot mess of hair on my head. I'm gonna do it.  something like this...

                                     

                  ...but, a little shorter in the back. I can't fucking wait to get rid of this hive.

Lord Jesus, I'm tryin'

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Should I be more excited about Valentine's Day?

I mean, I'm not against it, but I'm not gung ho about it either. I think it's because in the years before I met J, I was with guys who just didn't give a fuck about Valentine's Day either. Plus I've never really been lovey dovey in my entire life. I'm not terribly girly. Just girly enough to appreciate the sweet little things that J does for me ALL the time. He doesn't save the romance for just one day.  He makes me smile and treats me like gold every.single.day. That being said, he did get me a beautiful card and a bag of Reese's eggs, because he knows I go crazy for Reese's eggs. I don't need jewelry or anything flashy just because it's February 14th. BFD. I don't even really wear jewelry save for a few rings that I like and maybe one necklace. I'm just not into it.  

My point is, Valentine's Day is a marketing scheme. It's a nice thought, but like I stated, you shouldn't need a holiday to do sweet shit for the person you love, and it isn't about money or fancy gifts. It's the person you're with and the thought they put into things not just that day, but everyday. Sure, they can buy you stuff, but if they're just buying it to say they bought it, it's worthless. My Reese's eggs may not mean a whole lot to some other girl and there are some ungrateful bitches that would flip shit if their man bought them a bag of candy and nothing else. They don't deserve nice guys anyway...  *unwraps another egg*

Great fuckin day, man

I'm OFFICIALLY an employee of Ulta Beauty. Orientation was today. Fuckin' A. I'm so glad I took the leap to leave my old job. I was so afraid of what would happen next, but my GOD, what a great decision it turned out to be. Could not be happier with my work family. They're the fuckin best. Seriously.

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Dammit, Phil

6 more fucking weeks of winter. That's just... wonderful. 😡