I cheated on my normal hairstylist yesterday and went to a new man. I liked him better because he doesn't talk while he's highlighting/cutting my hair, rather wears headphones and bounces to the music. And, my highlights look better than usual.
I hate springing forward in time. I feel cheated. I feel tired.
Failure to Launch was a cute movie. Matthew McConoughey goes topless on several occasions so you really can't go wrong going to see it.
It's hot here and I'm suffering from spring allergies.
I don't want to vacuum and mop my floors yet they are in desperate need.
One of my good friends is a self-admitted, bonefide psycho when it comes to men and she still complains about being single.
I'm a bit uninspired to write lately.
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