So the other day I was heaving a trash bag into a trash compactor when the guy formerly known as THE CRUSH spoke to me. See, my aim was shipshot and the bag didn't quite make it in. I made some dorky comment about my lack of athleticism and the former crush looked at me, smiled and said, 'that trash bag is bigger than you.' Which is was but that's not the point. The point is his voice and words were directed at me and it took a ton not to swoon and rename him THE CRUSH right then and there. I can't crush on transitory people. Nope. Refuse to. Moving on.

My hair? It had grown to below my earlobes but is now gone again. Remember a couple of weeks ago when I was nattering on about going blonde but happy about my control of impulse? Well that impulse control thing lasted about a day. I fried the hell out of it and dyed it dark again than dyed again and the ends turned black so I just hacked the whole mess off myself the other night. I can't stand the feeling of a gazillion split ends. I dunno'. Maybe I look better with super short hair? I have such thick insane hair that I seem to get lost under it when it grows out.

I've been up forever. I had the worse night of sleep last night. Restless leg syndrome extreme. So I woke up at around one am and watched a couple of hours of MTV True Life. Someone on there reminded me of my ex. I don't know why. They looked alike, not exact but similar. I wonder if I'll ever run into the ole' boy again? He was at my work a month or so ago but I wasn't there that day. He was with his girlfriend and tried to steal jellybeans. He has a weird candy fixation.

Hmmm...I'm bored. I've been awake too long. I fell asleep around three am but woke up again at five and it's almost eight now. I think I am going to shower, slap on some make up, get dressed and get ready for what will hopefully be awesome day!

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