This is from my old Live Journal posts.

I have a new short hair cut, I don't like it. I miss my hair. It's too short to tie it up or clip it up or anything but let it hang where it may. I feel like I'm carrying a sleeping dog around on top of my head.

It doesn't help that I turned 42 at the end of 2006 and today I am at the very bottom of my coffee supplies. At least I can fix the coffee thing. I really do think this is as old as I should have to get now. I look ok still. I am just starting to wrinkle. The grey hairs are at the point where they are annoying but not yet really frustrating. I'd like to lose pounds but that I can do, being 42 doesn't especially make that a problem. Being 52 might and ten years doesn't seem like all that much when I consider I've lived four brackets of ten years so far and I don't feel I've really been around all that long. Just think of everything going on in the world, in the present and the past. I really will be ticked off when I die cause I won't see the future and all the changes and inventions to come. What a rip off! It's like starting a great book but having the writer tell you he isn't letting you read past the halfway point. Someone really should do something about that.

Comment from sheherazahde

![Hi,

I saw that you are the main Wicca writer for Suite101.

I do most of my journaling on LJ. and I didn't see how to get a feed from Blogger to LJ so I just friended your LJ.

We seem to a lot in common, I thought I would check you out for a while.]()