I so appreciate that y’all would like to see a picture of my new bangs. However, that is not possible at this juncture because I haven’t had on makeup in twenty-four hours and, even though I’m all about keeping it real, I’m not really sure any of us need that much reality.
But I promise that the next time my hair is freshly styled and I don’t look like a slightly worse version of death warmed over, I will post a picture of myself with the new bangs.
In other news, I think I contracted some type of flu-type illness while I was in Houston this past weekend. But I hesitated to write about it because I told P that I was just going to put a quick post that said I wasn’t feeling well and he said I’ve written way too much recently about having PMS and not feeling well.
So now, not only do I feel achy and tired, I am also extremely paranoid that many of you may think I’m a hypochondriac. Or worse, a complainer.
Truthfully, I may be both of those things depending on the day.
But I’m legitimately not feeling well and spent most of yesterday in bed. Which means I have nothing interesting to write about and can’t even make something up. I know this because I’ve been desperately trying to think of anything for the last hour.
I have nothing.
Unless you want to hear about how many Advil I’ve taken in the last twenty-four hours. And I’m going to assume that’s a no.
So why don’t you tell me something interesting in the comments, like maybe the name of a blog you love to read or whether you think Pretty in Pink or Sixteen Candles is the best movie from the 80’s or maybe there’s a question you’d like me to answer one of these days. Whatever. Feel free to talk amongst yourselves.