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From a 2004 rejected set. Yes, I am wearing a wig in that picture, my hair has NEVER been that long!!

I thought about putting up some of my latest rejected sets for second chance Sundays, but I feel like that is working for free, and working for free is something I don't do...unless its volunteering for some non profit organization, like walking dogs for the humane society....and Sg is definitely not the humane society. The other side of the coin though is that I would like some real feedback on them. I guess I shall continue to ponder.

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Fedex delivered my new vacuum cleaner today. Its amazing. I'm not joking. I get so housey-mousey sometimes. I squeal in delight watching all the fur and flotsam as it is picked up by the mighty Eureka. There is even an excellent attachment for which I can use on the hair covered kitty condo.

I am one of those people who is fascinated by those early morning infomercials that focus around various cleaning products. Especially ones that remove soap scum and calcium and rust deposits on bathroom tiles and shower fixtures. I can not take my eyes off of these images of consumer delight. However, I am a lazy fuck most of the time and would rather watch the infomercials than actually clean. Thats not to say I am a dirty person, I'm not, just disorganized and easily distracted. But when things get dirty, I do clean.

In other words, I don't smell.

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I have been getting the urge to cut my hair with a buzzer. I feel this is because I have been feeling tinges of self destruction creeping up into my mouth from my gut, but can't really be self destructive anymore, so the feeling of destruction must go somewhere else. Mohawk? Shave my head perhaps? But alas, if I do, the man of the house will be less than happy with it...

So the urge to self destruct, that urge that I have always fed and fostered, remains unopened inside of me.

I should find another outlet for it other than cutting into me or chopping my hair off. Though I don't think a mohawk is a half bad idea.