UPDATE

I'm really in the mood to write. I just don't know what. I've been trying the romantic suspense/spy novel for a long long time. Should I try something else for a while. I'm beginning to miss historicals. I don't know. I'm confuzzled. Hmmmm, maybe I should write a historical/romantic suspense/spy novel with slight paranormal influence.

Note: hair still looks like shit. But friends are taking pity and they're giving me great dangly earrings to compensate my butch haircut.

Haircut

Hair still looks like shit. But at least 1) I don't have cancer; 2) I'm not gay (not that there's anything wrong with being gay); and 3) I'm not a Marine (nothing against Marines, but they get shot at and get sent to places where God bless them for going, but I don't want to be a Marine). So there's worse things than a shitty haircut. But I'm not going to be in a good mood for a couple of weeks.

Haircut

Memo to the fucktard that cut my hair yesterday. Short does not mean a fucking crewcut. 1)I do not have cancer; 2)I am not gay (no offense to gay people, but I'm not one); and 3)I am not a Marine (no offense to Marines, but I'm not one). But my hair looks like all of the above. I'm pissed, can you tell?

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(wow, two posts in less than a week)