Sunday Confessions! If you're interested, link up with the lovely Alyx!
1. I still haven't finished my Thanksgiving post. Or any posts on the two Monkees concerts I went to.
I have pictures and everything -- the pictures are even on Picasa right now -- but I'm just Thanksgiving-ed out. I just don't think I could ever adequately document something like this. I was testy all day, and in the end everything was great, but I've just been in vacation mode since.
As for the Monkees concerts, Picasa won't "accept" the pictures from my phone for some reason. It's total bullshit, I know.
2. Sometimes I like to be public... sometimes I don't.
There are times when the (15) on my Facebook tab doesn't bother me. But sometimes, I don't like to put it all out there -- and apparently, someone is keeping an eye on what I post on my blog -- I know that to be a writer means having to cringe occasionally, so I'm working on this. As for the person that is scrutinizing everything I write and attempting to censor me (yes -- someone used the word "censor" pertaining to my blog): Dude. Get a fucking life. If I point out that someone is being stupid, what do you suggest I do? I don't make people look bad. Those people make themselves look bad. Nothing has happened to make anything better. And I am not deleting this post for you.
I write what I think. I send it "out there." Get fucking over it. If you don't want to be represented poorly, then don't be a fucking idiot.
OH. And I use curse words. Fucking oops.
3. My nails look like shit now that Kate is gone.
She had this whole trendy thing of painting her nails one color, then painting a glittery polish on her ring fingers. I started to do the same, but I painted the glitter crap on my middle fingers. I just thought that I could show people something shiny while I'm flipping them off.
Now that she's gone, my nails are bare and bitten.
4. Why does Candice Bergen get all the bitchy roles these days?
I just watched "Sex and the City" back to back with Sweet Home Alabama. They have Ms. Bergen playing the ball-buster man-hating career woman both times. Has it always been this way?
5. I don't know what the fuck to do with my hair.
It's blond on the bottom. It's dark brown/red on the top. The red is from my dad's side, I think. It's at an awkward length, and an even more-awkward state of damage from... let's see... cutting it all off, being unhappy with the length, then perming it, then bleaching it blond, then trying to dye it dark again (with only semi-permanent dye)...
I want my long, dark hair back.