Its a Fact: When Things Happen, Girls Do Their Hair

My forehead is spawning spider eggs. I swear, its starting to look like I have permanent hives.

1. no more chocolate.
2. no more smacking-myself-in-the-forehead
3. no more TOUCHING my forehead
4. BANGS! (cutting them in the shower.)

Now, I have to go ahead and throw half my room into the trash because my house is back up for sale. Luckily, the realtor is fucking awesome and got me a sort of "get out of jail free" card. Yay part-time Newark cops!

Yeah, I used "yay" and "cops" together! I specified. NEWARK cops. I still say "fuck Belleville cops."...because they're good for nothing. :-)