BIG DAY
It was the birthday of a most specialest person - and it is here where I take all of 2 seconds to wax poetic on the fact that we all need those strange short people in our lives whether we want to be raising 'em or not, because they remind us of what's really important in the world: cake. And robots. And taking pictures of feets.
My particular feets are taking a break from the potentially emo/goth/minor-depressive - they're pretty pink now instead of black. I tried to do the same with my hair, but, unfortunately, there are not that many dyes that will actually make a difference over top of blue-black, so it's still, essentially, blue-black. A couple of months ago when I first dyed it this colour, it felt amazing - I was kind of angry and rebelling a little (yes, at 25), and THE HAIR made me feel stronger and different and *good*. But now spring is here (yes, I am sticking with "here") and I am ready to have a little more lightness. I am sitting here looking, essentially, like a whiny emo child (because there's nothing that describes me like the phrase "whiny emo child"), and I am ready to look like...well...a whiny indie kid. Major change, right?
