Iced Chocolate

Life is so chock full of changes that I have no control over that I'm taking back a bit of control with some hair dye. I have been coloring my hair almost black, yet still a bit brown for an actual decade. It is time for a switch. I'm entering the next decade of my life with Iced Chocolate hair, which means a dark brown with red. I hate red in my hair, which makes it silly to have bought a red hair dye; however, I need to spice things up when I look in the mirror. So Iced Chocolate it is.

As for what I can't control, finances are in the toilet, thank you unemployment and ever-rising medical bills. So May is my last month of memberships. I have canceled the massages and tanning. It sucks, but it's $75 a month back in my pocket.

I also cannot control the dog dump of medical issues I have. Not only am I stuck to a portable device every minute of every day, (I clip it to my boxers or underwear when I sleep and tuck it in my bra or a pocket every day), but now I'm going in for a girlie doctor procedure. I had an abnormal test, which lead to a biopsy and is now leading to a procedure. I am pre-cancerous. It is pre, which is better than right in the middle of it. But the doctor said my condition is severe and we need to act quickly and I am on watch for new cells for the next 2.5 years before they'll clear me. I'm pretty sure I'm already infertile thanks to cysts on my ovaries, and now cells have invaded my cervix. Good thing I hate kids.

In addition, the store should be settled by next week. Papers either signed with move in scheduled, construction underway and product ordered, or close up shop and get your ass a real job.

AND I enter my 30s in 33 days. Big party was planned, but turns out the boy and I are simultaneously poor so we will not be doing anything beyond dinner at my parents house. Lame.

So yes, I am dying my hair Iced Chocolate. Red is change. I hate red. But I hate everything else going on too, so at least I can control the color of my hair, even if I hate it.