I am rockin' the bumblebee hair, after a successful bout of dyeing.

My final decision on the whole job thing is due to the fact I am completely crazycakes (clarifcation: schizophrenic) I'm gonna do my Road Trip of Road Trippery as planned (nine, ten days or thereabouts) and then finish my remaining shifts before the toy store I worked at closes down 4evah at the end of July. (sidenote: Briefly debated doing some vandalism the day I got the 'we're closing! no moar job for you!' notice in my paycheque. Specifically, spraying chrome paint on the broom (I hated) to bling it up. What can they do? Fire me?)

Following that, I'm taking august off and up to about mid-september so I can have a birthday without job stress or you know, spending time under a table with a frying pan in case spiders are coming to kill me. I am an anxiety bear.

I'm a very lucky person, living in a family that can actually afford to let me take this time off. Work's something I gotta make myself do, though, to make sure I don't completely cut myself off from you know, people, again. As much as my cranky hermit impression totes gets the ladies.

PS: I changed my default! Hi, Jubes.