2009 has been full of such odds things.
Divorce being final.
Demise and birth of close friendships.
Found the best roommate I could ever hope for...but he's never ever around.
Mom was hospitalized.
I've shot the shit and drank some booze with my pops.
Had 10 gauge barbells pierced through each nip.
Traveled here, there and everywhere it seems. OD'd on travel actually.
Have been on an O.P.I. binge -- I'm Not Really a Waitress and Black Cherry Chutney are the best.
Learned that I do like tomatoes...sometimes...and usually on a sandwich.
Reconnected with an old friend when I seriously doubted it would ever happen.
Disowned a sibling.
Transferred to a position in the ER.
I thrive on change, or perhaps, newness. Or at least I tell myself that I do. As soon as I feel like I'm sinking into that all-too-familiar rut, I have to fuck something up so I'm out and rolling. Dying my hair pink (initially done 12.20.08) was one of those shake up moves. A lot of my change coincides with hair decisions. In January 2005, I had my head shaved. In the fucking winter. Right before I left on holiday for Italy. It snowed in Venice while I was there, on my birthday. Hadn't snowed in 10 years but it did that day for me, for baldy Rachel. Three and a half weeks ago, Heather added blue-black to my Special Effects Atomic Pink. What change did that herald, I wonder. Thank god for hindsight else I may never know why I do some of the things I do.
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