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Some time ago, JD over at I Do Things decided to give herself a virtual makeover. It looked so fun that I thought I’d give it a shot too. Of course I am the Queen of Procrastination Town, so it took me a while to actually get around to it.

I headed over to this place and plugged myself in, hoping to maybe find the next great thing to do with my hair. I did not, in fact, find that thing. I DID, however, find looks that you’d have to kill me in order to inflict on me, and a new appreciation for what my hair is doing now. This isn’t the fault of Taaz.com, or their very cool virtual makeover tools; I’ve concluded that my face and head are just not down with change.

I thought I should note that, in addition to a variety of interesting hair styles, you can also tweak your makeup. In real life I’m not really a big makeup wearer, so I thought it would be nice to experiment with my trampy side. A few of these pictures feature my (not so subtle) makeup handiwork, so be on the lookout for that drunk whore look awesome bonus.

My apologies for any freaky nightmares and/or sex dreams the following may cause. Or your welcome.

Peace and change isn’t always good.

If you’ve been here before, you probably know that I’m a TOTAL Photoshop nerd/junky. I would play with it all day long if I didn’t have a job, friends and a BlackBerry.

My latest quest was learning how to make a “comic book effect” for my photos. I found tons of tutorials online, but none of them (by themselves) provided me with the exact result I was looking for. So I took a little of this, a little of that and a little of my own trial and error and came up with what I wanted all along. Yay me!

I’d like to give credit where it’s due, and these two sites were very helpful to my learning: MelissaClifton.com and PhotoshopRoadmap.com. So thank you so very much for sharing your big brains with the world.

In case you’re curious about what I’ve done… Here are a few of my faves.

Peace and tweaking your friends.

I wish that all of the citizens of America understood that they aren’t God. How I live my life and the personal decisions I make are between me and God. In the end, it is God that I will answer to; not those that think they have the right to tell me how to live my life. If you don’t agree with things that people do- then don’t do them yourselves. Live your life the way YOU want to- and mind your own business. I don’t live my life for other people and NO one should ever have to.

I’m not going to make this a “political” blog… There are plenty of more qualified and elequent people out there who are kicking ass in that respect. But know that I am against the taking away of rights from people simply because others might not agree with them.

California will be voting on Prop 8 in November and I hope that the voters make the right choice by voting NO. If you’re against gay marriage- then don’t participate in it. If you’re against equal rights for everyone, then you should probably re-examine your own life, and why it is you feel the need to deny opportunities for people you don’t know anything about simply because you disagree with who they love.

Homosexuality is no more a choice than is heterosexuality. That’s a fact. And just because it’s possible to find gays who hate themselves for it, wish they weren’t and struggle to live “hetero” lives, doesn’t prove otherwise. Being gay in this country isn’t easy, thanks to those that try so fucking hard to make it difficult. It’s time to knock that shit off and take a step forward, instead of backward.

Peace and God loves gays too, even if you don’t.

• I just downloaded Yahoo! Messenger for my BlackBerry 8310 and it’s awesome. It wasn’t originally awesome, as it didn’t work with my device (thanks AT&T), but thanks to fabulous CrackBerry users, and my own nerd abilities, I managed to make it work flawlessly. I’ve been IMing with friends and family all day. I love, love, love my phone. (In case you were unaware.)

• Today I heard a couple of things that pissed me off. 

One was about a high school in Dos Palos, CA that punished a student for wearing an American Flag t-shirt to school. Evidently it violated the school’s dress code “…that’s designed to keep students from promoting specific races, cultures, or ethnicities.” Uh, excuse me? What fucking country does this kid live in? An American kid can’t wear an American shirt in America? Who do I slap first?

The school’s busted principal has since apologized and is planning to re-write the school’s dress code, which is lovely. However, how small does one’s brain need to be in order for this to have been an issue in the first place? And would this have been corrected had the media not gotten a hold of it? It’s OUR flag. Every American has the right to wave, salute or wear it as we see fit. The End.

In other anti-American news, basketball star Josh Howard has starred in his own idiotic video where, during The National Anthem, he states: “The Star-Spangled Banner’ is going on. I don’t celebrate this shit. I’m black.”

Are you fucking serious? Since when does ‘The Star-Spangled Banner‘ have anything to do with race? Newsflash Mr. Howard: You’re American. That’s YOUR anthem. Next time you have something brilliant to say, know what the hell you’re talking about and make some fucking sense. Dumb ass.

• I think I may need to find another bank. I’ve been with Washington Mutual forever but in these shit-hole stellar economic times, it appears that they are not in the best financial shape. I don’t want to change banks. But I would hate for them to close their branches in my city (like they’ve done in many) and be stuck without one. And since they aren’t confirming or denying anything right now- I’m worried. Which sucks. I have direct deposit with my employer, as well as auto pay set up with different companies and I don’t want to deal with changing all that over. I mostly don’t want to lose a great bank that I love.

Thank you, George W. Bush. You’ve done a fabulous fucking job with our economy. You rock.

Peace and cranky blogging.

A couple of days ago I ran across an old love letter from my first boyfriend. We were together in high school and a little bit after, when he was in the military. At some point life got in the way and we drifted apart.

First Boyfriend and I have remained in touch, sporadically, throughout the last 20 years. We haven’t been close, but he’s kept me posted on his career and basic life events. When I found that letter, I thought it would be fun to snap a picture of it and email it to him. 

Turns out F.B. was going to be in town just 48 hours after I sent the email to visit family who still live here and his brothers who don’t. We decided to have dinner and catch up, after he’d hung out with the fam for a while. 

I remember loving F.B. in that dramatic, all-consuming teenage girl way. I, of course, didn’t expect to feel like that again, but I did expect to enjoy his company.

I did not. 

My numero uno dislike about the human personality is arrogance. I simply can’t tolerate it. Maybe I’m too laid back. I don’t think of my life, or the people in it, in terms of who’s more educated, or makes more money, who is attractive or unattractive. That shit doesn’t matter to me. 

So when I find myself in the company of someone who can’t grasp that, I get away from them as fast as I can. Otherwise I end up unleashing verbal smack-downs and who needs that? 

So after F.B.’s insistence that he knew my friends (whom he’s never met) better than I, in terms of what they were capable of, and his “teaching” me endlessly about his iPhone (in spite of my having told him TWICE that I’ve already owned one), I had enough. I faked a headache and came home. If I never see him again- that will be too soon.

Peace and no more old flames.

God bless those we lost, and those they loved and left behind.

Peace.

I have some time before I get ready for work so I thought I’d throw a quick post up so my blog doesn’t think I don’t like it anymore.

It’s official: I’ll be getting a new place with my friend in November and we are both very excited. Now I just have to figure out who’s gonna help us move. If all else fails, New Roommate is freakishly strong- so that’s a bonus.

I talked to my ex, D. the other day. It was the first time we’d spoken in a few months. We talked about what’s been going on with us and I learned he’s moving in with the new girlfriend. I thought that news of that sort would sting, and it did a little, but not like I thought it would. He said that she makes him very happy, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that he still loves and misses me. I told him I was happy for him- I honestly am- and that I’d always love him too.

By the end my coversation with D., I’d gotten the closure I didn’t know I needed. Not closure on our friendship- that will always be- but on the us that will never be again.

I gotta go get ready for work now. Gotta make that money for the new place.

Peace and new adventures.