’tis the season of discontent

so, i got my hair cut.
i’m not sure why, but ever since chopping off 14 inches of hair to donate to Locks of Love, every time i go in for a cut, i leave the salon with shorter and shorter hair. at this rate, i’ll be sporting a Demi Moore circa GI Jane buzz cut in less than 18 months.
what’s neat about this cut (and probably the last, but i was clueless) is that i now have a flippy-do option (as pictured) in addition to the regular, everyday scrunchy-do i normally sport. now, if there’s a big occasion or i’m just feeling a little sassy, i can break out the big-barreled curling iron and make my hair defy gravity! it’s very exciting. i’m a fairly low-maintenance kind of female, so anything involving implements of beauty torture both intimidate and thill me.
in other news, i just can’t wait for 2009 to be over. there’s been so much yucky all over the place, 2010 has GOT to be an improvement. right? besides all the health drama and money drama, there have been deaths and heartbreak and work issues and just a general sense of “fuck, this sucks” pervading most of the lives of people i know and love this last year. too many hospitals, too many bills, too many angsty conversations which go nowhere and only end in tears. in addition, all the awesome Christmas things i look forward to every year at the office just aren’t happening because of tensions i cannot speak of. it’s made me want to just skip this month entirely!
alas, there is no skipping. so, i’m hunkering down and trying to make the best of it. there have been parties and brunch (my two new favourite things) and home improvements and iphone debating to keep my mind off all the badness. i seem to have inherited an ice cream maker to replace the inherited waffle iron, so maybe i’ll just drown my winter sorrows in homemade creamy goodness. or, maybe i should finish Christopher’s scarf already.
p.s. remind me to tell you about how awesome it is to have finally found a bra which fits. my boobs look awesome now.