I loved you long time.
But as with all good things, it had to end some time.
Because well, you were totally and completely destroying my hair... not you specifically, but me and bleach with 40 volume every 4 to 6 weeks.
(What- my hair grows fucking fast.)
...And I was definitely ready for a change anyway.
Now I find myself sporting a "blowout", ie: brighter red at the roots gradually turning to black.
How do I feel?
How do I feel?
I guess I like it, but I wish it was brighter.
I am a total fool for bright hair.
(Hence why mine is shot to hell.)
And hey- thanks to those of you that actually noticed!
Ok so on to other things...
There is a creeper construction/ maintenence guy here who keeps talking to me, and not doing any apparent work, while I'm alone in the salon. When I tried to make polite conversation and ebb the awkward situation of him looking at me but not talking, I said "So what are your plans for this weekend?"
"Not much... why? You wanna do something?"
(Insert creeper waggle-brows here!)
I'm listening to Nirvana at works right now.
Its silly, and feels a little wrong.
I might order something to eat.
So much packing and preparation to do tonight!
I'm super excited though.
Despite the fact that Peaches says it is going to probably be rainy.
Thats ok- it has been nast here too all week, and contrary to popular theory, I actually dont melt (if you dont include my makeup...) when wet.
Better not forget my rain boots!
Mmmkay off to do things... or something.