Going blonde!

Mwahaha!!! It will be a process, a summer project, if you will. The lightening has begun. To all those who didn't like my hair can give up little whoops of joy. Mom, William, did you honestly think I'd keep my hair like that forever? That I wouldn't get sick of the maintenance?

And this is a terrible sidenote, please forgive, but shit comes up you let it out:

Do you know that was the biggest kicker out of William and I's relationship? The beef that he had about me with the way that I was, were the SAME THINGS my Mom has issues with. Is that funny, or what? HA! ha. huh. Talk about mental and emotional rape. So, anonymous writer, THAT is why I lost my backbone. When he was going off I could hear my mother harmonizing her compliants with him in my head. A double whammy, cause it seemed that mom was right about all those horrible things she said, with him they came true.

Irony is a friend of mine.

On a brighter note (no, not my hair!) I got to say exactly what I wanted to Mr. No-Talkie.

When I addressed all his issues he had, he started backpedaling on showing his emotional investment to the past. "I don't really think about "all 'dat." I again called him on the bullshit. "Obviously you do or you wouldn't have brought it all up."

I got to say what I always wanted to say! Not everyone gets to have that opportunity, so I guess I'm pretty lucky.

And this burlesque show is going to kill me. Next time, we are getting more help. But I'm going to post a pic, to remind myself why it is going to be a killer show.