Fuck the Haters

            Ok. Now that I’ve had my cry. I have to say this. FUCK THE HATERS! I am so excited about not working any more. I am so excited about not having to shave my vagina any more. Whose vagina? MINE! It’s my fucking vagina! And I am going to let that hair grow. It is going to be glorious. And fuck the haters. While it’s winter, I’m probably going to let my leg hair grow out too. Because. I. Can. It’s my leg hair! Fuck the haters. I’m going to get drunk in the evening, or in the afternoon, or in the god damn morning if I want to because I am not on call any more. I am going to leave my cell phone at home because I. Am. Not. On. Call. ANYMORE. I am going to stop colouring my hair and I’m going to stop torturing it with straighteners and curling irons. I am not going to spend an hour a of my day in front of a god damn mirror. I am going to rock my natural beauty. Fuck the haters.

            Well… I’m going to do all this until I get a new fucking job, which I’m sure will require a certain amount of grooming.