Temptation

I have huge ugly roots again. I’m soooo lazy. I never bother dying my hair as often as I should. Pink hair doesn’t look horrible with roots, but this auburn sure does. Ho hum. I’m still not going to do anything about it, I just thought I’d let you all know.

Somebody left clippers in my bathroom, and I’m pretty tempted to go in there and shave my entire head. I think this “growing my hair out” thing is a failed experiment. The real reason I haven’t dyed my hair again yet is that I don’t want to keep it as dark as it is, but I really don’t have a choice, because no amount of chemicals was going to get the pink out without taking my hair right along with it down the drain, and I’m totally screwed now, with red on top of the pink. If I wasn’t such a klutz, with such a bumpy head, I’d totally be bald by now. But I put another lump there this morning when I hit my head on the desk trying to untangle some cables, so that was a good reminder for me. Must keep hair! Maybe not much of it, though. Unless somebody can talk me out of it.

Somebody talk me out of it! I’ve been growing my hair since I moved up here (the longest bits were a couple of inches back then, this really is over a year’s worth of hair!)

Why am I so blind?

Putting on makeup when I’m not wearing my contact lenses is damned nigh impossible. If I get close enough to the mirror that I can see my eyelid (about an inch or so), the brush or pencil I’m using knocks against it. Thanks for the defective genes, mom and dad.

Ugh!

Ten annoyances for today:

  1. honk
  2. honk
  3. honk
  4. honk
  5. honk
  6. honk
  7. honk
  8. honk
  9. honk
  10. honk

See, I live off of a pretty busy road. Highway, even. My apartment (and therefore everything in between) vibrates quite a bit when trucks barrel through the neighbourhood. The idiot with the ricemobile that parks in the lot out my window has a car alarm… And I’m sure you can figure the rest out. Every ten goddamned minutes… Honk! Honk! Honk! Honk! ARGHGHHGHGHHHHH! Most of the time, I don’t give a shit. But at the moment, I’m trying to rewrite my various cover letters…

Well. I was, anyway. I’m giving up now. Just getting too irritable. It’s pajama and vodka time!

Also irritating: the Google spellchecker that’s part of their toolbar does not recognize my perfectly cromulent spelling of the word neighbourhood. Nor does it recognize croumlent. Nor spellchecker. And awayyyyy it goes! Every second word I type is underlined.

You know, I think I’m more interesting when I don’t make sense around here. I’ll try harder to confuse you next time.

Okay well

That didn’t work out that well, my hair is refusing to get stupid enough. Still, though. It’s pretty stupid. See sidebar. And hey, I’m not wearing pants. So I am like, super hot right now. Especially with the crossed eyes. Oh, god, I’m so lonerly.

Bye, guys

I have a spider bite, and I’m probably going to die. So, ta. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t a black widow or a brown recluse, but whatever the fuck bit me, it hurts like a bitch.

P.S. if somebody doesn’t hurry up and entertain me pretty effectively, I will have no choice but to continue posting. Because I just can’t have my brain start working again today. And the posts are only going to get stupider. And I don’t even care if stupider isn’t a word.