Maybe I'll let my bangs get really long

I'm having an emo day today, and obviously I can't let that go by without sharing my imaginary, middle-class-white-girl anguish with the rest of the world. I'm looking forward to this long weekend as a welcome respite from dress pants, makeup, email and the general 9-5 gig that seems to be slowly sucking my soul out of my body.

It's an interesting trap that we get ourselves into, the attitude of "my life would be perfect if I just had x" where x = money, a car, a significant other, chocolate cake, hot girl-on-girl action, beer or, in my case, a vacation. I tend ridicule that attitude, but here it is invading my consciousness. There's no reason to be exhausted, cranky and useless, except that I'm focusing too much on what's "out there" and not enough on how I choose to engage with it.

Lately I've been (slowly) doing a big, multifaceted Spring clean-and-purge in the interest of maintaining my sanity and lowering my ecological footrpint. I think I'll be putting a greater emphasis on the mental and emotional overhaul that is part of that process.