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normal life

 Literally nothing has changed overnight.  again.

I think this is normal life.  

ho hum.

Working on my taxes, watched the last 2 episodes of "Tell me Lies" on Hulu.  That series was recommended to me by a friend after i told her about what was happening with Bill.  Ha.  Aside from it being about college kids, it was a pretty good show and the end of season three had me laughing and shaking my head.  The last episode was all i really needed.  Made me laugh and shake my head because...........yeah.  

Sometimes you can't fight it.  You have to give in to the fact that you want something/someone that is incredibly bad for you and then take care of yourself by cutting that person out of your life.  Thats what adults do.  They adult.  You can't always get what you want.......right?  Or you can get it, and it destroys you.  So what is the better choice?  hmmmm?

Tomorrow is haircut day.  I'm cutting it off.  Fresh, new, sassy me.  All this hair is a pain in the ass and i only have it because men love it.  Fuck that.  Summer is coming, i need easy and professional.  NOT old lady.....sassy, and cute.  But no more vixen.  That has gotten me nowhere and i've outgrown it.

I will NEVER give up my red lipstick.  

Noticed that while cleaning out my home, i have become more feminine in the decorating.  Not so much hippie, boho which has always been my leaning......more purposeful feminine.  Dark still...i love my black wallpaper in the kitchen (with mushrooms)........I'm still trying to decide what color i'm painting my living room/dining room area.  Yesterday Cindy showed me the color she painted her living room and it was absolutely gorgeous, however, she has white furniture.  Blue isn't going to work for me.

I need an earthy, golden brown green .....yellow orange....I cant decide.  But i gravitate towards earthy colors now.

And then i'm putting wallpaper on the wall that has the sliding glass doors because that is what you see when you walk in to my home.  Thats where it will make the most impact and not be overwhelming.

So i'm in design mode, with no money but lots of wishes.

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