goodbye blue monday.

so last night i got rejected by my husband for some end of day sex. got rejected the night before too and basically every other night for the past couple days? weeks? i don't know. now i kind of know it's not because i'm ugly. even ugly people get laid more often than i do and if i really was desperate i could just walk up to any of these pool creepers and get off on them. but not so much. i figure this douchebag is wanking off whenever i'm at work or working out to some classy porn and i probably sound like peg from 'married with children' god i hate my life. i just told him i'm so horny i am about to start grinding on walls or be like chelsea handler and go find a swingset and jill off on the poles. FUCKING SERIOUSLY?
i am back at work now. mason is tweaking out because he gets to leave in a couple hours. i actually almost dont even care to go home anymore. i can do the same thing here as i do there except i can't watch csi at work. oh and i dont have a guy playing on his phone/xbox/laptop/psp next to me probably downloading tomorrows afternoon delight. fuck my life. do i sound bitter because i should. 

i got my hair done last night it took forever but it kind of looks like what i originally wanted so this is a good thing. i have not gotten around to taking any real pictures of it but here is one i snapped this morning after i once again tried to curl my stupid hair. it does not really show the changes and thats because its fucking subtle.

this is what it used to look like when i was going for a 'professional' look

well i have to get back to ignoring my sorry excuse for a personal life and not sobbing about it on some blog that nobody reads. maybe i will write a haiku.