Short hair, don't care

I've been crazy busy today. On my day off. Which is annoying. But I've gotten a lot accomplished. One of those many things is getting my hair chopped off. Like almost shaved off the back end. I've given pixie a new meaning. Well, for me. Now I have to figure out how to artfully tousle it.

Got new running shoes. That way I can continue to train better for the 5K that I'm slowly convincing myself I'm training for. And then made two batches of cookies.  Very, very busy. I miss sleeping in. Oh my goodness I miss sleeping so much.

In other news, I feel free. It's been a weird week. My ex can't seem to figure out how to get her mail transferred. It isn't that hard, I've done it several times. However, her shit keeps coming here. So I messaged her and let her know and she came and got it. But we just had odd messages back and forth. She's blocked my phone number and thinks I'm too stupid to notice so I'm done. So today, more mail came and I wrote on it that it was a wrong address. I'm not going to contact her anymore. I'm tired of reaching my hand out and having it smacked back. It wasn't worth it.

So, it's time for me to move on. It's time for me to make changes and be strong and move the hell on. I'm free. I deserve better and it makes me feel better to know that she is having shitastic luck the last few weeks. It shouldn't make me feel better. I feel like it makes me a bad person. Either way, it makes me feel a little better.