Hi, my name is Melissa, and I have a large complicated issue with commitment. Now first let me explain, I don’t mean an issue with personal relationships with actual people. I am married!! But I can’t seem to commit to ideas, or even objects. My favorite food you ask? Answer: A lot of it. The thought of committing to one food scares the life out of me! What if some stranger that I am destined to be best friends with asks me about my favorite food, and I say “Lasagna, I LOVE lasagna, it is my absolute favorite food!” Then the next day I eat, oh let’s say, meatloaf… And it is the absolute best meatloaf EVER in the history of meatloaf… and now that is my favorite food. I am a liar and said future friends pegs me as a liar. Friend gone. Okay, so maybe it’s not that extreme, but I just can’t say that much of anything is my “favorite”. I do, however, LOVE purple. Most all shades are elegant and beautiful. You can do anything with it, and it is just absolutely wonderful! I consider it a happy color. So, of all things in life, (other than people) my favorite thing is purple… I also love baths. A good long bath is great. And a great haircut. There is just something about walking out of a salon rockin a new style that makes you feel like a total sexy bad mama jama(sp?). The next day is a whole other story. What magic power do stylists have that enables them to style your hair in a way you can NEVER copy? They can use the same exact stinking straightener, curling iron, blow dryer, everything. And after the first wash, you wear it in a pony tail because you screwed it up trying to replicate it. I am currently trying to grow my hair out, and it’s in a weird stage, so I will post a pic of my past favorite cut.
Maybe I should chop it off again? Okay so basically what we have learned today is this- I am home sick and my lack of sleep and high dose of medication made up a random post. yeah, we will blame the meds.