Fuckin' Jimmy John's is going to make me take out all my piercings and I had to re-dye my hair back to its natural color. I mean, I totally understand the piercings thing; you wouldn't want those falling in the food or whatever, but the hair? Come on. Faint pink on bleach blond isn't intimidating. Even my ultra-conservative family members think it's bullshit. And now my head smells like dye, which is nauseating after a while. Plus, it feels all not good and not my hair....I hate it.
I need a trim. I can feel split ends. D: Nasty.
I should work on my songs. I say that a lot. "I should do this," "I should do that," but I never do anything.
GAH.
I need a trim. I can feel split ends. D: Nasty.
I should work on my songs. I say that a lot. "I should do this," "I should do that," but I never do anything.
GAH.
401forbidden:
OK - are you at the Jimmy Johns on Brady Street in Milwaukee..?! You might have served me up a bootlegger.