I confess..

I flicked someone off while driving to work the other morning. I'm usually a very peaceful, passive person, but when it comes to the hellish Bay Bridge at 8:30am, I go into full-on rage mode and not in a good way.

I listened to this song about 18 times in a row. I've also listened to this one a stupid amount of times. I'm not usually repeat-song offender, but..I'm also not usually a road-rager. WHAT IS HAPPENING?
While taking photos for this post, I apparently rubbed my hair in tree sap and it was still in there a week later.
Speaking of hair, before chopping it all off, it had been over a year since my last haircut.

I think I officially decided it was time to cut it when I dropped my phone (very loudly I might add) next to the toilet and came dangerously close to dipping the ends into the toilet bowl while trying to retrieve it.

My stylist kept calling me "little bird." I'm not sure what that means, but I liked it.
I am donating my hair, but I haven't yet because I don't have a printer or an envelope, so chances are I'm bringing a creepy ass Ziplock full of human hair to my office as you read this.

My dog just farted directly onto my adorable ABM planner.

I'm running a half marathon in two weeks and the farthest I've run since the 10k has been 6 miles.
I pulled out four grey hairs the other night. FOUR.

I might've bought wrinkle cream shortly afterward.
That's all I've got. Go link up with Melissa.