ce n'est pas du tout mon genre
I guess that this can be considered a streak.
Ever have one of those days where you wake up early and decide that today, damnit, you're going to look good so you pick out a nice outfit and then spend an absurd amount of time trying to force your uncooperative hair into stubborn submission but then with a disgusted "to hell with it" give up and wish to God that you could wear a hat or even better just not go to work at all not because of the bad hair day but you're already in a pissy mood and it's only 8 a.m. and the damn hair is just another indication of how wonderful your day will be but you have to go so you just pull it back and realize that you're late for work and rush out the door and halfway through traffic realize that you'd forgotten your lunch but not only that but you don't have money to buy any AGAIN and then you arrive at work late and look at your schedule and groan because it's 8 or 9 hours of tedious meetings and mundane paperwork and more than ever you just want to go home and crawl back into bed and are perfectly fine with letting the world take care of itself without you for a bit, thank you very much?
No? Me, neither. sigh
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You should take advantage of the open bottle of wine on the kitchen counter with your name on it. Or something.
Surely, NASA has no policy against female employees with crew cuts or shaved heads. Something to consider. In the meantime, sing along with me: "The sun'll come out...tomorrow..." -SEH-
I would totally shave my head if it'd grow back within a week or so. ;)
I would have, but someone already beat me to the wine. Grumble grumble. We're a bunch of lushes in this house.
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