Stasis

I'm impulsive. I trust my gut, and dammit, usually I am right. 


I decided that I want to go to cosmetology school. Inspired by the potential to unlock the inner beauty of people-to give them confidence. 


My bestie has recently been completely transformed by a new haircut. How I would love to do that for people. 


But I just found out that the time commitment required for a cosmetology degree does NOT mesh with our goals as a family. 


Well, SHIT. 




Also, if i don't either have a positive pregnancy test or get my fucking period soon, you MIGHT find me in a tower with a shotgun. 


Just sayin'.