- I have given it a week and I can officially say: I hate these new bangs. Oh well. You win some, you lose some.
- Yesterday, my bf and I joked about starting a Hole cover band, but I’d totally do it for real.
- I’m a terrible singer, but give me a couple of glasses of wine and a Xanax and I’d be all over that shit. Because I feel it. You know what I mean?
- I want to learn how to play piano. I’ve wanted to do it for years. The problem is…I don’t have a piano for practicing.
- I also want to learn to knit. But I need personal instruction. Those intro classes and YouTube videos don’t work for me.
- I want a tummy tuck. If I end up getting one, I’ll be naked whenever possible, because otherwise I think my body is pretty fucking slamming. Even with my fake nipple-less boobs. Hey…I’ve got mandala tit tats. Not many people can say the same.
- I want Claire’s wardrobe from House of Cards. I’m probably not supposed to admire her, but I totally do.
- I should have just cut all my hair off at my last appointment. It’s like I’m trying to recapture that girl I was before I lost all my hair to chemo. That cute girl with the long hair. But that girl doesn’t live here anymore.
- I’m in a purging mood. I want to get rid of everything. I have all this stuff, but none of it makes me happy. I want to start fresh in the new house. (Also, I have to learn how to share a closet again. This could be ugly.)
- What makes me happy? My people make me happy. It’s all about love. That’s what I’ve learned.
- Sometimes I giggle when I think about all the people who hated on me for getting a divorce to be with the person I loved, and now so many of them are divorced too. Suck it, haters. Get off the high horse and welcome to reality.
- I’m two glasses of wine into the night. Welcome to my early truth post.
- We watched Mac And Dennis Move To The Suburbs yesterday. Sometimes, I identify with Dennis way more than I feel comfortable with.
- The best part of today: leftover buffalo chicken dip.
