...kickin' as time rips by

Welcome to the longest day ever!

So, I was getting ready to hop into the shower the other day when something caught my eye. Something silver that the overhead light was bouncing off of. Scissors. I picked them up and before I knew it: Bangs. Short bangs. They really don't look bad though. They actually look good. I haven't had any for a while and I think my hair looks much better pulled back now. They kinda dress up an otherwise bland forehead.

For the past week I've been addicted to my new favorite CD: 12 Bar Blues, Scott Weildand's solo album. I've had it for close to a year and I've listened to it, but not really. But lately. . . I . . . Love . . . It! I'm thoroughly convinced that Scott's a fucking genius. Like, I love some STP and the DeLeo's but Scott, wow. You can really hear him throughout every STP album and VR and it's just continued in 12 Bar. Wow. Now then, if he would just meet me so he could start falling in love with me. . .

As we're really getting into fall and soon winter, I feel the need for change. Most may view spring as the time of change, but I love fall. Nothing could make me feel better about getting up and driving to work more than smelling the cold air, watching the leaves change, and hearing them crunch under my feet. Le sigh.