Well, i fixed my hair color. It didn't come out the shade of purple that the sample had, but i trust the sample still ~ i had bleached my hair a pretty light blonde and so it was eager to suck up as much color as possible. i love the color and it has so many shades of dark cinnamon-auburn that it is fun to stare through in bright lighting so i will probably spend most of my caged-rat time doing just that. Wheeeeee!
OH! i loves me my caffeine! in large doses and keep it coming until my nerves are twitching and electrified and the force field around me extends about ten feet! Until i'm totally tweakin'! Huzzah! Work-day recreation!
Hhmmmm . . . point, counter-point: i say "Don't make a CD with "Tyler" by the Toadies on it and hand it to someone to listen to unless you want to seriously disturb them and make them wonder if you are trying to stalk them." And his reply? "Well, there goes my meaning in life!" uhhh... ho... kay... You win? Sorry, you're just too cute to be scary.
i want a beer. i used to hate beer, but i learned last year that i don't hate beer, i hate really bad beer. i hate American beer. i love Red Stripe, Mexican beers, and ale. All are goodness and happiness. And so, i'm back to the beginning. i want a beer. It just seems like a good idea.
Everybody go wish Methy a get well soon, OK? She has very little good drugs and lots of pain and needs extra love this week. i can take a lot of pain, but tooth pain will reduce me to a quivering mass of nerves and whiney-butt meanness in a matter of minutes, so i feel for her. Send her tons of oooey-gooey goodness and love, ok?
"Blue Light, Red Light (Someone's There)" by Harry Connick, Jr.
Followed by "You Didn't Know Me When" on the same CD.
confessed on 2001-01-30