Footprints on the Moon

Just in case the Wordless Wednesday post was too subtle… Recently, I did this:

Somewhere there is a picture of me holding that ponytail up in the air like one of those sport trophies, but I can’t find it right now. In any case, the hair had reached a point where I just couldn’t stand it anymore. It was getting caught in things all the time, was a pain every time I wanted to roll over in bed, not to mention how long it took me to comb the tangles out and blow dry it every day!

So I busted out the measuring tape, determined it was long enough to donate to Locks of Love and the rest is history. The only time I ever regret chopping it off is times like right now… I woke up really late this morning, so it looks scary. And it’s static-y but I have no way to pull it back! But I get a lot of compliments so it all works out

Like video killed the radio star? Get it? Haha? Oh well. In any case, I think it’s pretty obvious at this point that Facebook killed my blog.

It’s too easy to click over to myFacebook page*, write a couple sentences and receive nearly instant feedback… compared with trying to think of something interesting to say that’s long enough to fill out a blog post. Maybe share some pictures. It sounds sad, but sometimes, just that much takes too much effort. Life is busy and stressful, and the effort it takes to write out something thoughtful that anyone would care about is just more than I want to deal with.

Did I mention the instant feedback on Facebook? I like instant feedback. You really don’t have to feel like you’re missing anything though… mostly I’ve just been complaining about a lack of sleep and how sore I am from roller derby. Fun times!

*Not my Facebook page. What? You thought I was going to link you there directly? Sorry, you’ll have to do your own stalking!