Life changes

A few days ago, I pulled my summer wardrobe out of storage. (And watched as the temperature plummetted to highs of 51 Fahrenheit, compounded by rain.) One of the dresses in the collection had some hairs left on it from the last time I'd worn it. Long hairs. Like 2 feet long. Bent up and mutilated. And I couldn't help but grimace in disgust as I handled them. Seriously? Two feet long? It was just gross. Even though I've been saying I'm going to grow my hair back out as I always do, I don't think I ever want it that long again. Of course, short hair means you have to use different tactics to achieve that dramatic look. I've tried the hat thing, but it's not enough. I'm thinking about experimenting with semi-permanent dyes. Of the pink variety. Anyway, I just thought I'd share that little tidbit, because I might be a short-hair kind of girl for the rest of my life! Wouldn't that be weird?

The other big change is that, after 2 and a half years of miserable singledom—preceded by nearly 1 year of miserable coupledom, preceded by ugh, I don't even want to think about it—I've finally got a boyfriend! I know I've shared this with some of you already. And I know that there's nothing more annoying than listening to happily relationshipped people gush about the object of their affection, so that's all I'm going to say right now. Except I thought you might be interested to know that I will probably be taking a break from cynical posts about love and the lack thereof, at least for a little while.