Vanity, Thy Name is Sue

I think I've gone to new lengths. Remember, we're talking about the person who had their passport photo taken at least 3 times before finally applying for a passport. And I'm still stuck for a few more years with a photo I hate. sigh.

Anyway, I've spoken several times lately to my nocturnal caller, who now mostly remembers time zones and calls when I'm awake. He sent me a letter with a recent picture of himself and now I have to send a recent one of me to him. //cough// I emailed him my Blogger profile pic but I want a better one. So far I have coloured my hair and bought new clothes (shirt and pants, even though I don't plan to send a full length pic). I am now considering getting my hair cut at an actual salon instead of the cheapo place or doing it myself like usual. All for a pic that I'm sending far away to someone I most likely won't see any time soon.

On the other hand, talking to him has made me incredibly happy, so a little pampering probably won't hurt. It's funny, I can't remember the last time I was this happy (or bought new clothes, but that's a whole different post). I've actually made an attempt to clean the house, like really clean it and I don't feel the usual depressed "where the hell do I start" business. Weird, but I'm loving it.