Edited to add this. 
I'd like to know what happened.
I'm a sick person like that.
Supposedly, Rhonda (from work) is going to call me tonight to dye my hair green again. Or to help me atleast.. I tried to bleach my hair last night by myself.. I got the entire front area done, and unless someone else held up the mirror perfectly still for me, there was no way I could do the back of my head. How do people dye their own hair themselves completely? For those of us with long, thick hair, too, how do they manage? Anyone who does this, please share your secrets.
I had to crack..and apologize to my mother for being a bad daughter again..and ask her to do it. 
I really don't like depending on people who tell me such things.
It makes me feel weak. And when I go away next year, I really need to learn how to do it by myself. Completely.
I got the letter back from my lady doctor today.. Pap test read normal and my recent Cultures are *insert negative or positive here*. I have no idea what the hell that means. Someone explain before I decide to post whether or not it was positive or negative.. I'm not sure which one means 'good'.
Cultures? As in, my recent activites..? I think I need a brochure to understand this evaluation. Come on.
Also: VNV Nation tomorrow night. I would..no, actually, I'm going to definately buy tickets for 30 Seconds to Mars for tuesday night, and Static-X tickets go on sale tomorrow too!
Broke my heart, the concert is mid-week in July during the best week of every year that I have, one of the few, very few things I look forward to.. I think I might have to miss half that week for the concert.. Because I do love my music that much. I'm willing to sacrifice.
No wonder I'm horrible.
Anyway, I know there are people here who have been to the Rave. So can all of you please explain to me A) If I can buy tickets to the upcoming concerts at the actual Rave location/building, and if so, B) where. Inside? Where inside? Seriously, I have no idea. Last time I went, there was something immediately inside the doors to the left, and then there's something as you walk in farther back with a plastic window where you wonder how they can hear you through 2 inch holes. But, I'd like to not pay those damn service fees of $6.50 or however much they think is good enough to ass-rape me with.
I also got money back from the state of Wisconsin. Finally. $134. Money goes towards..Concert tickets. And then I don't know. The bank? Because I have no life. There's seriously nothing else to do around here.
It's kind of sad. No, actually, it's really sad. You can't meet anyone hanging around libraries all evening, or reading in the backyard. And our parks are terrible, and we have no big, beautiful garden or forest, or clearing for me to play or get lost in anywhere. No adventure.
I'm still getting over this sickness. Every morning, for about a half hour literally, I blow the shit (actually, it's snot) out of my nose. When that doesn't work, I suck it all back and gross people out all day, sucking it back and pretending I'm about to launch a huge gob of snot and spit..But I don't, because it would just drip down and look gross for 5 minutes while I laugh.
The cardinals outside never shut up. I wake up at two am and swear I can hear them outside my window. Or perhaps it's just the images and sounds from the previous day running through my head, on rewind or fast forward, who knows..
I'm talking with my best friend about males. On a beautiful night, the windows are open, the sun is still up, you can barely tell it's setting, and I remember nights long ago we'd spend hours upon hours during these kinds of days and nights, talking and fantasizing and gossiping and informing the other of...stuff..
And the telling of stories and jokes and the laughing and remembering of the even older times.. I wish we still did this as often as then. I was so happy.
It makes me feel truly happy inside to talk like this with her again. I wish this would never end.
And someday, it won't; we'll have eachother and the world in our own spot in some foreign place.
...With our own hot males slaves romping about the place.
The silence and beauty has been disrupted by the neighbors next door. The mother has a loud, carrying voice, and their damn dog barks. And the orders and suggestions are flying around their backyard and catching in our window.
But I'm smiling in happiness in this place again. Oh how I love you, dear.
I'd like to know what happened.
I'm a sick person like that.
Supposedly, Rhonda (from work) is going to call me tonight to dye my hair green again. Or to help me atleast.. I tried to bleach my hair last night by myself.. I got the entire front area done, and unless someone else held up the mirror perfectly still for me, there was no way I could do the back of my head. How do people dye their own hair themselves completely? For those of us with long, thick hair, too, how do they manage? Anyone who does this, please share your secrets.
I had to crack..and apologize to my mother for being a bad daughter again..and ask her to do it. I really don't like depending on people who tell me such things.
It makes me feel weak. And when I go away next year, I really need to learn how to do it by myself. Completely.
I got the letter back from my lady doctor today.. Pap test read normal and my recent Cultures are *insert negative or positive here*. I have no idea what the hell that means. Someone explain before I decide to post whether or not it was positive or negative.. I'm not sure which one means 'good'.
Cultures? As in, my recent activites..? I think I need a brochure to understand this evaluation. Come on.
Also: VNV Nation tomorrow night. I would..no, actually, I'm going to definately buy tickets for 30 Seconds to Mars for tuesday night, and Static-X tickets go on sale tomorrow too!
Broke my heart, the concert is mid-week in July during the best week of every year that I have, one of the few, very few things I look forward to.. I think I might have to miss half that week for the concert.. Because I do love my music that much. I'm willing to sacrifice.
No wonder I'm horrible.
Anyway, I know there are people here who have been to the Rave. So can all of you please explain to me A) If I can buy tickets to the upcoming concerts at the actual Rave location/building, and if so, B) where. Inside? Where inside? Seriously, I have no idea. Last time I went, there was something immediately inside the doors to the left, and then there's something as you walk in farther back with a plastic window where you wonder how they can hear you through 2 inch holes. But, I'd like to not pay those damn service fees of $6.50 or however much they think is good enough to ass-rape me with.
I also got money back from the state of Wisconsin. Finally. $134. Money goes towards..Concert tickets. And then I don't know. The bank? Because I have no life. There's seriously nothing else to do around here.
It's kind of sad. No, actually, it's really sad. You can't meet anyone hanging around libraries all evening, or reading in the backyard. And our parks are terrible, and we have no big, beautiful garden or forest, or clearing for me to play or get lost in anywhere. No adventure.
I'm still getting over this sickness. Every morning, for about a half hour literally, I blow the shit (actually, it's snot) out of my nose. When that doesn't work, I suck it all back and gross people out all day, sucking it back and pretending I'm about to launch a huge gob of snot and spit..But I don't, because it would just drip down and look gross for 5 minutes while I laugh.
The cardinals outside never shut up. I wake up at two am and swear I can hear them outside my window. Or perhaps it's just the images and sounds from the previous day running through my head, on rewind or fast forward, who knows..
I'm talking with my best friend about males. On a beautiful night, the windows are open, the sun is still up, you can barely tell it's setting, and I remember nights long ago we'd spend hours upon hours during these kinds of days and nights, talking and fantasizing and gossiping and informing the other of...stuff..
And the telling of stories and jokes and the laughing and remembering of the even older times.. I wish we still did this as often as then. I was so happy.
It makes me feel truly happy inside to talk like this with her again. I wish this would never end.
And someday, it won't; we'll have eachother and the world in our own spot in some foreign place.
...With our own hot males slaves romping about the place.
The silence and beauty has been disrupted by the neighbors next door. The mother has a loud, carrying voice, and their damn dog barks. And the orders and suggestions are flying around their backyard and catching in our window.
But I'm smiling in happiness in this place again.
Oh how I love you, dear.VIEW 14 of 14 COMMENTS
i miss you honey