a chicken with her head cut off.

I have a wrinkle in my forehead. I guess I furrowed my brow enough and it got stuck that way. In desperation I've been trying to associate it with dehydration or sleeping on my stomach (with my face jammed into the pillow, so the most likely culprit).

That's it. Nothing left to do but get older.

Might as well throw in the towel and say goodbye to my youth right now. In fact, I think I may want to start acting like an old woman. That means I can be even MORE crazy and forgetful than I already am. Forget my underwear? No biggie (those of you that know me already know that this has been occuring for years now, so in all actuality, my mental deterioration has had many telltale signs of slippage).

In fact, I've already changed my lounging attire to include Uggs and a men's t-shirt. It's pretty awesome and comfortable, although bending over and walking can be pretty embarassing.

You know what's awesome? This ::

It is a steel, rolling, metal clothing rack, designed by my boyfriend for my clothes and shoes. Thereby eliminating his constant headache due to my running around like a chicken with her head cut off when I can't put together an outfit at his house. It's one of my favorite things right now and he even sanded it down so I wouldn't get scraped on any rough edges.