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Make me stop being mad

Right now I feel so so mad about little things.

I'm mad because I have to go to the salon and get my hair fixed even though I told her I wanted my bangs shorter, and I have so much else I need to do anyway. I should have been assertive about both the length and the bangs. I was trying to be agreeable and that is really so stupid.

I'm mad because the iPhone crashes out of things randomly, doesn't post some of my blog pics and formats some of my posts wrong, so I cannot really express myself creatively through my blogs without fear of it being garbled or lost.

I hate it, and I hate that it auto-completes so badly, and I hate the tiny keyboard and the apps and iTunes and everything, all of it. It's for common people.

I want my Treo back. I want my fringe back. I hate the modern world. I hate layers and bangs swept to the side. I do not want to be like everyone else. I am not a hen that needs to hang with the group and do what they do. I am so tired of people assuming that's just what I want. It is not what I want at all. My chickens do that in order to survive, but there aren't any other species that hunt us so why do we conform?

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