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I finished dying my hair today!



If you think that jacket is awesome you can find it here. It's an antique! I love old things, but it's high time that I release my old old things and collect new old things, if that makes any sense at all. There are some old things that I will never get rid of, like my Rolling Stones concert t shirt that is as old as I am and my vintage batman shirt. Those things will always be in my closet. But some things should be let go eventually so that I may gather new things.

I found some more goodies at the thrift store the other night. Unfortunately, some of them didn't fit. I am debating re-working them so that they do.

I have decided that I want boobs. I used to hate on fake boobs, but that is because I was secretly jealous and going about dealing with my clandestine envy in a rather immature way. I don't know how I would ever go about getting fake boobs, as I am picky and would want the best doctor available. Perhaps, someday, after my first book deal. A girl can dream can't she?

Of course after I finish such momentary fantasies I wrestle with my guilt about wanting to fit into the beauty stereotype. It makes me feel like less of a feminist, this desire to have something that I don't that is just so utterly superficial and grounded to this world. Would bigger boobs help me achieve personal enlightenment? No. But they would give me some sort of entertainment. I like watching men fall under the power of boobs and unless I am wearing a mega wonder bra I am usually watching this happen from afar. Of course, if I got boobs I don't know what I do with them. They would be highly impractical. It's not like I am a stripper and that they would help me double my income or anything.

I don't know why I have these arguments with myself though. It's not like I would ever have the means or the time required to get boobs. Maybe I will just get more tattoos on my chest instead.

My trip is coming up in 12 days!! In honor of this I am having a sale on prints! I feel bad for having a sale after so many people paid full price, but I need to make some more dinero for my trip back home. My friend has expensive taste and I still have not gotten her a wedding present!!!

I mentioned the fact that I used to hate on fake boobs. Hate is really the most useless of all emotions. It just creates bad energy within the universal subconscious and is a total waste of time. It's okay to dislike something and it's okay to disagree, but to hate is such a waste. My mom would always tell me that to say you hated someone was to say that you wish they would die. In my teenage years and early twenties I spent a lot of time hating and I must say that it was time wasted. A lot of time wasted.

Oh well. You live and you learn. I am just glad I figured this out now and not when I am in my forties.