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My firend and her boyfriend left at like 5pm and the rest of the day was spent on me. Tonight I cut and colored my hair(and hands really).



granted it's not a great picture of the cut, but you get the idea. i didn't even have to retouch it after i straightened my hair.

for the record. manic panic dyes hands better than hair. i like it though. it's subtle which works better for me.

while i was washing out my hair my roommate was having sex in my backyard. it made me want some. bad.

Then i was talking to Chitin online and my firend who's leaving for venice on the phone when she comes in upset because this loser has left. he isn't spending the night.

Fast forward an hour. Now we're getting drunk off of cheap wine. She's painting, I'm talking to one of my friends from high school about being a former fat kid, and to patriot about eagle scouts. I love it.

INTERESTING POINT that my roommate and i were just thinking about: you can't make red, blue, or yellow paint. crazy. if you run out, it's gone. huh... ok... i suppose i'm pretty trashed now. time for bed or something like it. maybe i'll just finish this glass first... mmm... wine... (see what you're missing Qwertygirl?!)