Day four... feeling good.

When life gives me lemons, I promptly slice the lemon and stick a quarter in my mouth, grin as though the peel were my teeth, and suck the sourness out of the fruit until all that remains are the rinds and that slimy, acidic taste on my chomps. “Simplify, simplify, simplify,” chants the author who preached a great word to many about living independently and then went home for dinner and cookies at his mother’s house. Granted... I love my mother’s dinner, and I love cookies. I just don’t preach simplicity... except in lemon rinds. My point in this: my simplified, free from Facebook life, plus the idea of a random adventure tomorrow equal one very happy, lemon-sucking womanchild. If life were my lemon, I’d quarter it and share it with as many friends as possible. And then I’d go home, eat dinner at mumsy’s, and bake cookies. That’s how I’m feeling about life currently.
Day four without Facebook is glorious. My co-worker and dear friend has launched the threat that I either return to Facebook or risk my mother getting friended. I told him to go ahead and friend my mama, she’ll like it. More status updates. I do miss being able to share photos, so I may create one of those free online albums. That way people can still enjoy the photos and take from them what they will. I’ll loophole a ladder into social networking; I just won’t call it Facebook. I also find that my iPhone battery lives a lot longer without me using the Facebook application nonstop: ultimately giving me more bang for my charge. Other news: I have I purple hair. Granted, the box said “black cherry.” In certain lights, black cherry is what it is. The woman who cut my hair called it “eggplant.” I like it. Sometimes it looks red. Sometimes it looks like I sucked a little too hard on a purple popsicle and the color shot up my roots like trees pulling moisture from the ground. Despite the mixed feelings from my mother, I like it. If I stop liking it, I’ll get a buzz cut. Simple. Hair is hair. I’ve got bigger fish to fry.

I apologize for the scowling appearance.  When my face relaxes it gives the impression that I'm frowning.  It was post work, I was tired, sleep deprived, and just wanted a decent picture to demonstrate color.  But hey, sort of looks black cherry in this lighting!  Woot.