Two bits of music have been floating around in my brain this morning: Danse Macabre and Cyndi Lauper's Money Changes Everything.
Welcome to my brain, y'all. Heh. In other news, after thirteen straight days of migraines I've been getting two day breaks between symptoms. Don't know what's up with that, but it's pretty great to have breaks. Had some flashes last night, but none this morning. So, yay? Also, today is a hair day. I'm off to the salon to get color sorted out. I'm so tempted to say fuck it and have it all bleached to platinum with weird color again. Seriously. This bullshit about not looking middle-aged really pisses me off. Mind you, I want to look like ME as creative, middle-aged woman not Mrs. Soccermom McWhitebread. There actually aren't that many models for that, alas. That's part of the trouble with being erased from the public eye. Women are somehow just not supposed to exist after 40. There are so many lists of things women aren't supposed to wear or do (or be) when we're no longer young... including tennis shoes (wtf?!) and no, I'm not fucking cutting my hair short. Screw that. I like wearing pigtails and paint-slopped overalls and big stompy boots. The nose ring stays. I'm not hiding my tatts. You got a problem with any of that? I suggest you fuck right off and find a better, more positive outlet for your energy. At the same time, I want to stay current and fashionable. It's important to me. The self needs to grow and change over time. Stagnation is death. So, once again I'm waffling between Fuck it and I don't know. There are worse problems, certainly. I just wish I weren't so confused about this one. That's normal, I guess.
Women who haven't vanished: Cyndi Lauper is still kicking it large, and she's my hero. And Siouxsie Sioux came out with a new song last August.