OMG! me and amy winehouse?

i think amy winehouse is extremely talented. but jeez...what a train wreck. somebody i would never think i had ANYTHING in common with. OR DO I?

here is how my epihany came about.

i was told that i would most likely lose my hair from my new chemo regime. so i didnt bother coloring it. not because of money, but because why should i sit there for hours getting highlights put in when it was just gonna fall out anyway? but so far...i havent lost a single strand. and some people dont. and i may not. and im not complaining. but in the meantime...my hair is definitely in a compromised situation. i didnt think my hair could get any frizzier. well...it has! and i dont want to blow it straight and give it more incentive to fall out. so im basically walking around with 12 colors of hair, 4 inches of dark roots and an out of control frizz-fro. i looked in the mirror this morning, and thought..."omg! i have a rats nest on my head! i look like amy winehouse!" granted...her hair is long and dark, and she tons more of it...blah blah blah. but she DOES have her own sort of frizzed out rats nest going on in her hair. right????

then i thought..."well im not a druggie with needle tracks down my arm." OR AM I??? while checking out my frizz-fro...i notice the remnants of the tape where my chemo IV was hooked up yesterday. and my poor black and blue bruised arms where the needle marks are. and lets face it...are chemo drugs not DRUGS???? maybe even more toxic than amy winehouses choice of drugs? hmmmm.

well...the similarities must end there, right? ummm...NO!!!! her boyfriend, blake, is currently incarcerated. he spends his days in court in front of judges. MINE TOO!!!!! yeah, yeah, yeah....its a stretch. my hubby is on the other side of the law. but WAIT! someone from my not so far off past is in prison right now. i refuse to waste my time discussing him, but...hello? coincidence or is she my mirror counterpart?

surely this must be the end of our similarities, right? NOPE! i also figure that we weigh about the same too, since we are both so slim. hee hee....now i kid! i am aware that my ass is bigger than her ridiculously huge beehive. but wait! were ARE both jewish!!!!!

so when you see me walking down the street, looking like a crackhead, with my crazy hair and popped veins....dont be too hard on me. i promise...its not crack or meth. its chemo. so dont try to get me to go to rehab, because ill say, "NO,NO, NO!"