Spring? I miss you.
What a relaxing weekend. Finally. I'm not going to prison. I didn't get drunk and say a bunch of idiot things that I wouldn't have remembered anyway, and I exercised. Hooray me.
I changed the water for my goldfish, cleaned Corey's litter box, rearranged the living room, (I still can't find a spot for that fucking monkey lamp) and had to give a funeral for the plant that Corey smashed at 3am last night. Not a send off to Valhalla or anything, just swept up and dumped into a grocery bag. But still, very very sad all the same. I slept in, and ate 15 croissants while watching Matthew Barney art, and The Office, (with NO subtitles, thank you ma'am.)
My favorite salon, Sudz was destroyed today by some tard in a cargo van. I'll have to crank WCCO to hear the latest. I hope all the cute queer hairdressers are safe, cuz I'll just die if Scott can't wax my eyebrows anymore. Really, he's the best.
He turned me from Brooke Shields to Cruella DeVille. H O T.
Oh yeah! I colored my hair again, too. ( I write all this stuff cuz I know whoever reads it TOTALLY cares) Not all of it, just the tips. Brown. Actually it had one of those new color names that isn't really a color, like when you buy pink nail polish, and on the cap it says "Slippery Smooches", but it's really just pink. Out of all the colors and combinations in the world that I have experimented with, I have never ever had brown hair in my life. I thought I was due. Bleach blonde, dirty blonde roots, and brown creeping up the ends. It's pretty wicked. I have a pretty wicked cool secret as to how I achieved it, too. I'll never tell. Let's just say that being a receptionist of childrens salon for a year really pays off in the weirdo hair department.
oooohhhh! I love this song! Gotta dance dance revolution!
I changed the water for my goldfish, cleaned Corey's litter box, rearranged the living room, (I still can't find a spot for that fucking monkey lamp) and had to give a funeral for the plant that Corey smashed at 3am last night. Not a send off to Valhalla or anything, just swept up and dumped into a grocery bag. But still, very very sad all the same. I slept in, and ate 15 croissants while watching Matthew Barney art, and The Office, (with NO subtitles, thank you ma'am.)
My favorite salon, Sudz was destroyed today by some tard in a cargo van. I'll have to crank WCCO to hear the latest. I hope all the cute queer hairdressers are safe, cuz I'll just die if Scott can't wax my eyebrows anymore. Really, he's the best.
He turned me from Brooke Shields to Cruella DeVille. H O T.
Oh yeah! I colored my hair again, too. ( I write all this stuff cuz I know whoever reads it TOTALLY cares) Not all of it, just the tips. Brown. Actually it had one of those new color names that isn't really a color, like when you buy pink nail polish, and on the cap it says "Slippery Smooches", but it's really just pink. Out of all the colors and combinations in the world that I have experimented with, I have never ever had brown hair in my life. I thought I was due. Bleach blonde, dirty blonde roots, and brown creeping up the ends. It's pretty wicked. I have a pretty wicked cool secret as to how I achieved it, too. I'll never tell. Let's just say that being a receptionist of childrens salon for a year really pays off in the weirdo hair department.
oooohhhh! I love this song! Gotta dance dance revolution!
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