aikaterine

I filed a sexual harassment complaint against my supervisor tonight, finally. After he asked me, "Is there anything I can do for you, or to you?" I figured it was the last straw.

I feel good

Edited to note: Tomorrow is going to be a big day. I have some extra cash that's burning a hole in my pocket. Fuck my rent! I need happy stuff! I'm getting my hair chopped off tomorrow. I know in the Hair Advice thread we discussed brown with violet highlights, but I'm going pink. Short and pink and spikey. If it looks bad, so be it. In other news, I'm going to stop by a few tattoo parlors in town and get some quotes on my half sleeve. I am getting a rendition of Van Gogh's Starry Night on my right arm - in honor of Mr. Stillman, my high school AP Psychology professor.

I may not sleep tonight I am so excited. Who's staying up with me?!

Edit: I hate how my moods change. I want to throw glasses into the wall right now. Most guys either seem to be a) perverts b) assholes or c) can't hold a damn platonic relationship if their lives depended on it.

Change of plans. I might drive to Esky tomorrow. Because I am a gambling addict. Where's a GA when I need one?