Karmic Whoop-Ass

I recently experienced karmic whoop-ass. That means that all the hurtful things you've done to people come back to kick you in the ass. HARD. I know I deserve this particular ass-whooping, so I'm going to try not to be "a whiny little cry-Buffy". (But dude, it sucks! And ow. And ow...ow.. did I mention ow?)

So you know what I did? I dyed my hair. Then I cut it all off. This morning it was down to the middle of my back. After lunch it was falling around the middle of my neck. It was like cutting every day from the past few months out of my hair. When I look at myself, it's new. It's different. That's what I've got to become (but I don't WAAAAAANNA!!!!) and now I have a daily reminder.

In other news, there is this little guy that hangs around Angie's store. He has a crush on her (as everyone should). He's only about 22, I think. On Sunday, I had to drive up there to Boaz to pick her up from work. A side note: I heard "Midnight Train to Georgia" and for some reason I burst into tears and cried all the way there.. I can't wait until this part of my life is DONE, but it still kinda strikes me as funny sometimes. I mean.. it's just sort of ridiculous. So innyway, I got there, and I meet this kid.

He's cute.. I gotta admit.

He's leaving for a little while for another state for his job or somesuch, but said he'd come back by and see everyone at her store on his way back in. (by everyone, we all know he means Angie but was trying to be cool) So as I turn to walk back into the store with Angie, he, in his 22-year-oldness boldly tells us. "Y'all keep it real!"

And he *meant* it.

I started laughing, and I Just. Couldn't. Stop. The whole thing just struck me as hilarious.

Keep it real. Indeed.