Bedtime stories: about a girl


Once upon a time there was a girl.

I know, I know, no one wants to hear another story about a girl. All the stories that could possibly be imagined, have been, until some psycho like Jodi arias comes along with an especially gruesome twist, but never the less, I’m a girl, and like all the other stupid bitches, Who go off doing their self-absorbed shit, I’m writing it.

This girl believed in love. This writer isn’t sure.

One day the girl received a letter saying her long lost love was returning. She excitedly got ready and started tidying her home. She wanted everything to be right, perfect.

When her love returned, at first things seemed well, but soon the arguments started. She knew she needed to do more, and be more of a good love, for the feeling of love to stay strong. She tried. She could be better. More thoughtful. Less moody. Happier. She tried. She worked. She learned.

The writer watched.

As the household got more under control, and as thing began to flow more smoothly. Life did become happier and still manageable. Love was kind of shelved during this time of transition, and when the time came to reexamine the feeling, it was still there, although through the process the girl had learned that love is not free.

Love is forged between endurance and sacrifice. It is bathed in pain and bears many battle scars. It is not a commitment to be made lightly, nor an adventure to go on with improper preparation. Love is synonymous with pain. Love should be revered, and love should be feared.

Wise women would keep that in mind.

This writer will.

goodnight , sleep tight.

Hair today, gone tomorrow


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This photo is not actually me. I didn’t put a picture of my own bad haircut for fear of breaking any mirrors that might be within view of your computer screens. You’re welcome.

Have you ever had a time in your life when you realize how lucky you are to have said “I do” and landed that spouse and maybe a kid or two, before your body went to hell, and you got a haircut to match. The odds of a marriage proposal, much less the willingness of someone to procreate with you have gone from 70% to 1 in a million

With a few quick snips, and the words “I can’t do any more damage” from your hairstylist, you realize your life is about to change. Sure, you try to fix it, but with some cuts, time is the only thing that might heal the wound.

Within days, you realize why your husband cheats on you, your kids pretend they’re adopted, and the dog hides when you come home. Even your teenager, who would probably like the above hairstyle, thinks yours is ugly.

If this has happened, or is happening to you, it is not the end of the world. Believe it or not, there is a bright side of a bad haircut. For example:

You don’t have to buy a scary Halloween costume.

Your typical insecurities seem like nothing.

With the money you save by staying home more, you can buy some nice hats online.

Alright, I’m sure I’m not the only one who has had a really bad haircut, and misery loves company, so please share your stories, coping strategies, and maybe a little cyber-alcohol with me.