Perfectly Imperfect

Since I'm officially down 30lbs since February and because it's freaking summer in Alabama, I decided to get a haircut to celebrate/not get sunstroke. Also, this is probably the closest I've been to my natural hair color in about four years. Oooooh yeeeeah.
Isn't it cute and kicky? I have no idea what it's going to look like once I've showered and my borderline incompetent hands have had a go at styling it, but for now it's all sorts of awesome. :D

( More pics under the cut. )

Yes, I really am doing a post entirely about my hair. No, I don't know when I'm going to be posting fic next. Hopefully soon. Ask the gaping black hole that's sucking in all my self esteem and drive to do anything other than read porn and eat chocolate chips for a more exact estimate.

Anyway! When I woke up this morning I was all sleepy/warm/befuddled/happy, because instead of getting horrible hangovers when I drink so much that I end the night unwilling to lift my head out of my pillow to see if topetine is responding to the messages I'm blindly sending her-no typos, guys! I win at drunk messaging!-I get a brain full of bunnies and unicorn farts. Go me and my Irish/Scottish/German heritage! Anywho, my happy state lasted about as long as it took for me to get to a mirror.


"Coffeebuddha," you might gasp. "Why are you so pouty and holding your hair like you want to rip it out of your head?" Well, let me tell you, gentle reader. It's because my roots had grown out so much during the winter months while I refused to leave my house-it be cold outside, yo-that I could tell what my natural hair color is. I don't know about you guys, but I'm not interested in that. Not at all. It got worse when I actually examined my hair.

( My expression in the first picture under the cut is seriously good enough to warrant clicking this link. Seriously, guys. Would I lie to you? )

Four day weekend! *flails happily*

It feels almost like a cheat since this was the first week of classes for the semester, but I'm not going to complain. Well, not about that.

I started a new fic venture a couple days ago and have been harassing topetine with emails ever since. It was supposed to be a short AU piece for a cowboy request over on the last kink meme, but it very rapidly grew and mutated into a whole big story with an actual plot and a supporting cast of fucking everyone. (Does that make it sound like everyone's fucking? Eh, I don't even care anymore.) It's a lot of fun, especially with all the research I'm digging into to make my cliched old west town as authentic as possible-hard to do since the cliched old west was pretty much one big myth-but I'm still feeling nervous about it. I don't really do multichapter stories. I've tried to in the past, but my short attention span has always interfered. Still, I'll never be able to write an epically long fanfic if I never try, so why not give it a shot?

( It's about to get a little shallow up in here. )