I WON THE POWERBALL JACKPOT!
Jul. 10th, 2003 03:13 amAnd I live at...
Doods, if one more person posts that Hulk-With-Big-Raging-Cock picture, I'ma scream.
Today, I dropped an unopened can of green beans on my toe. That really hurt. Then, when I was going out the door and into the garage, I smacked the back of my hand super-hard on the door jamb. That still fucking hurts. Can you tell I've not been writing lately? Oh yes, eloquent is I.
Actually, listen up. I have something important to say. Naaah, not really. But it's more substantial than recent leakage. My hair. I'm not sure if I like it. I mean, I like it...but I'm not sure if it's me anymore. This might be the "last hurrah". I say that now, and maybe it's only because I've had "normal" hair for so long. So long that I've forgotten what this looks like, what the attention feels like. Then again, there wouldn't be so many baffled yokels if I did this in Cali. BUT I DIGRESS...I think I might have outgrown this. And I say that not lambasting anyone else, because I know plenty of people who can and do look fabulous with technicolored hair. But for me, eh...not so sure anymore. I liked the more natural look I was rockin'. I liked not wearing lipstick all the time and little makeup. This magenta hair looks rather bad-ass, but looks best when I have some matching lipshiz and eye junk on. I don't overdo it, but...damn, I don't know. I'm not a teenager anymore and this may be a hassle I'm not willing to cope with any longer. That, and actually...I think I DO look better sans all the pomp and circumstance. All the hair (and makeup) makes me feel a bit overdone. Christ, I feel like I'm letting someone down, but who? No one. Just me being stupid and not wanting to let go I suppose. Who knows, maybe I just need to re-adjust. It freaks Ma and Pa Kettle out, so that is a plus. YEEHAAW, MOTHERFUCKA. So I'll make the most of it, live it up, then dye it black or dark red when I get tired of this.
Wha-chow.
Jesus, I talk like this is the biggest problem of my life. *rolls eyes*
Pics tomorrow. It's too late and I don't feel like messing with it. I did take some though. Then I started involving props (my soccer trophy, Monkey Drive firework) and it just had to end.
Stellar thunderstorm this evening. Torrential rain, lots of lightning and thunder, one clap so loud it made the fire alarm beep. Never lasts as long as I want though. Does anything. ;p I WANT CHAOS RAINING DOWN FROM THE SKY! I WANT TO RUN THROUGH THE HOUSE IN A PINK TUTU, SLAMMING CYMBALS TOGETHER AND YELLING "AAHHHHLALALALALA!"
But that, is another story.
Doods, if one more person posts that Hulk-With-Big-Raging-Cock picture, I'ma scream.
Today, I dropped an unopened can of green beans on my toe. That really hurt. Then, when I was going out the door and into the garage, I smacked the back of my hand super-hard on the door jamb. That still fucking hurts. Can you tell I've not been writing lately? Oh yes, eloquent is I.
Actually, listen up. I have something important to say. Naaah, not really. But it's more substantial than recent leakage. My hair. I'm not sure if I like it. I mean, I like it...but I'm not sure if it's me anymore. This might be the "last hurrah". I say that now, and maybe it's only because I've had "normal" hair for so long. So long that I've forgotten what this looks like, what the attention feels like. Then again, there wouldn't be so many baffled yokels if I did this in Cali. BUT I DIGRESS...I think I might have outgrown this. And I say that not lambasting anyone else, because I know plenty of people who can and do look fabulous with technicolored hair. But for me, eh...not so sure anymore. I liked the more natural look I was rockin'. I liked not wearing lipstick all the time and little makeup. This magenta hair looks rather bad-ass, but looks best when I have some matching lipshiz and eye junk on. I don't overdo it, but...damn, I don't know. I'm not a teenager anymore and this may be a hassle I'm not willing to cope with any longer. That, and actually...I think I DO look better sans all the pomp and circumstance. All the hair (and makeup) makes me feel a bit overdone. Christ, I feel like I'm letting someone down, but who? No one. Just me being stupid and not wanting to let go I suppose. Who knows, maybe I just need to re-adjust. It freaks Ma and Pa Kettle out, so that is a plus. YEEHAAW, MOTHERFUCKA. So I'll make the most of it, live it up, then dye it black or dark red when I get tired of this.
Wha-chow.
Jesus, I talk like this is the biggest problem of my life. *rolls eyes*
Pics tomorrow. It's too late and I don't feel like messing with it. I did take some though. Then I started involving props (my soccer trophy, Monkey Drive firework) and it just had to end.
Stellar thunderstorm this evening. Torrential rain, lots of lightning and thunder, one clap so loud it made the fire alarm beep. Never lasts as long as I want though. Does anything. ;p I WANT CHAOS RAINING DOWN FROM THE SKY! I WANT TO RUN THROUGH THE HOUSE IN A PINK TUTU, SLAMMING CYMBALS TOGETHER AND YELLING "AAHHHHLALALALALA!"
But that, is another story.