Hallihallo ihr Lieben und willkommen zur Chiros Familie >.< Hello beauties and welcome to Chiro's family. Findet ihr auch langweilig immer die gleichen Haare, besonders aber die gleiche Haarfarbe zu haben? -.- Do you think it's kind of boring to have the same hair every single day? Especially to have the same hair color?

Heute aber werde ich euch zeigen wie ich meine Haare jeden Tag "färbe" ohne sie dabei zu beschädigen. Today I'm gonna show you how to change your hair color every single day without to damage them.

Viel Spaß beim Zuschauen :D

Have fun and enjoy the video :)Hope you guys like my little DIY

I've been without home internet for two weeks. My landlord had the nerve to call me a liar. And turns out their roofers cut the line. And top off they refused to give us a discount on our rent! Can you believe them beans?

So not many exciting things have happened in the last two weeks. Not really. Lost Boy pops into my life every now and again. Random texts here and there.

My ex-husband asked the courts to recalculate my child support -- increasing over 200%. Yes that's right. Exceeding any real limit I can afford. My Aunt and Uncle are helping me contest it. But Jesus, how can he be bitter after almost 5 years? I left him because he was physically abusive. He remarried about a year ago and had a baby in the middle of October... and that jackass wants me to pay for his new baby. 

I hate when Evil seemingly prevails. I was the victim here, but he's continued to get everything. I look forward to some kind of karma-turn-tables. I've been waiting for years now. But the truth is I am better off. I don't have to wake up every day being HIM. I don't have to wake up everyday and be a soulless cowardice bastard. I don't have to look in the mirror and see a loser in front of me. Hell, I don't have to walk around a house and see a monster. 

My biggest strength is being able to leave an abuser with $100 and a suitcase, and now live in the GORGEOUS town of Houston, a job I love, friends I depend on, and a better tomorrow. Versus being isolated on top of a mountain trying to please a man enough so he doesn't take me by the throat -- better yet in front of our son. Strength. Strength I have to trust myself with. I can be all too hard on myself. I am truly my toughest critic and I have to learn to be better about. It's so easy to fall back into that girl who lived every moment in fear.