I am alive (barely)

Work. One day off since last monday working full days in a job that reaaally should not have any stress in it. However... It does. And I don't get another day off till Friday.

Yus, yus, bitch moan I need the money so why am I complaining? Half will go into my travel savings (ie moving to the UK) and I think the rest will go to bills and doctors poking and prodding at my body. Men have nothing to moan about with a prostate exam. Try having a cervical biopsy and the dreaded possibility of more... Sooo fuck off the lot of you

Oh and in the end I bought more hair dye and did it all over again

It looks so pretty! A dark (almost blood-like) red. With my lovely freckles and blue eyes. They really pop now
I will eventually get to taking a photo. Friday. I am too tired to care right now. So eat my dinner, wash up (making a point with the lazy monsters I live with) and shower and bed. Oh how I love and miss my bed when I stay away from it. Sunday night was the pits staying at my brothers on his couch. 6am starts are horrid!


x tell your loved ones you love them. Even if they drive up the fucking wall some times!