These are a few of my favorite things

Purple toothbrushes.

I insist on using a purple toothbrush. I'm told this is a little strange but I care not. I only buy purple toothbrushes.

Now, you might find this hard to believe, but it is not always easy to find a medium-bristle (which I also insist on using, against my dentist's advice and blessing, but my teeth just don't feel clean enough after a soft-bristle brushing) purple toothbrush. But yesterday, as I turned down the dental care aisle at Wal-mart (ugggh, I hate Wally's word and I should be rightfully mocked for venturing in on a Saturday before the new school year commences) the first toothbrush I saw was medium bristled and purple. It was perched on the shelf like the holy grail of plaque removal. Rays of light shone (is that a word?) down upon it and angels hummed a chorus of hallelujah times three. I scooped it up.

In a grand gesture of optimism, I am going to take this as a sign that things are looking up for me. NYC is going to be a great trip, 30 is going to be a fabulous year, and my overall mental stability and outlook on life is going to be restored. Yep, everything's coming up primaDonna. I know, there's a lot resting on this little puprle toothbrush, but why can't something as small as two-dollar piece of plastic be symbolic for something worth so, so much more (my happiness)? I find it kind of beautiful in its simplistic hopefullnes and come on, I need a bone here.

In othere news, apparently I have completely lost my ability to spell this morning as I have now had to look up a number of fairly straightforward words at an on-line dictionary. WTF is up with that? Must need Starbucky's....

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Update to the battle of the scissors post: I saw BJ yesterday and I am pleased with my hair. This, of course, is monumental for me. I look like kat von d. I think it's a good pre-NYC, pre-30 look for me.