Small Improvements to Oneself Make the World Seem Less Bothersome

I colored my hair finally. I got tired of brushing it after a shower and seeing it shine with grey. I had 4 inches of intertwined grey hair all throughout my head. I could only see the top and sides, I don't want to know what it looked like in the back.

So now it's a dark red, almost burgundy color. I like it because it's a difference but it's subtle. I think the next time I do this, I am going to do a darker color with some blues and reds. Next time, I will probably be more willing for something drastic.

Anyway...this has made me feel a little better. I'm still not myself. A good ass beating will help it along, but I don't for-see one in the immediate future. There is a play party this weekend but...meh...between my car, money and what feels like a severe lack of social ability, I can't be bothered to go.

My transmission is going out on a 98 Chevy Lumina and I have a feeling that it's going to cost mega bucks to get fixed, so I either need a great benefactor to take care of me and loan me $3000 to put down on a car OR I need to find someone local to beat my ass on a regular basis.

My Autobiography

Ok, so it wouldn't be an autobiography persay..but it's meant to be humorous.

I think I'm going to use my wit and vocabulary (not as vast as some of you) to write..er..something. Book is the easiest word to put there, but I'm not sure how long it would take me or how long I mean for it to be yet.

I'm going to call it "The Autobiography of An Anonymous Fat Girl"

What do you think?