"When I see stars"

Went to Stingray to get my tragus repierced today. I got it pierced for the first time shortly after Asshat dumped me. And I used to remember the root causes of all the piercings, all the tattoos, but now some of the triumphs and defeats have faded. I've got 11 piercings now, and another 4 that are no longer in with me), I've got a bunch of tattoos, I've dyed my hair half-purple (and had it black for many years).

And I still feel like sometimes I'm making myself out to be something I'm not, that the real omnia is mousy brown hair, orthopedic shoes, mom jeans, baggy tshirts and cat hair. And maybe I'll always feel like an imposter, even if I can't pinpoint exactly what it is I'm pretending to be.

I want to travel someplace I can snorkel in March, place giant davids tea and taza chocolate orders and not go to work tomorrow. Oh, and have all my emails magically answered.

And now someone has gone and made me all swoony.