Had a slight accident with the purple hair dye. Whoops.
What I meant to do was rinse the purple through the blonde, to take out yellow tones. I have done this successfully before. What I didn’t do this time, was mix the dye with conditioner. What I did, was slop a huge amount on the top of my head. I ONLY LEFT IT ON FOR LIKE TWO MINUTES HOW DID THIS EVEN HAPPEN.
My hair isn’t dry yet, but pretty sure it’s going to be a very patchy pinky purple colour. Come back bloooooooooooonde :”’(
I think I need to leave the internet for a while. (while: a few hours, y’all won’t miss me, promise.)
I wrote a bunch of stuff here and then deleted it. Feel free to make up nonsense here, I’m sure it’ll be more coherent than what I’d written.
I’ve had three hours sleep and I can’t sleep any fucking longer because I’m restless as FUCK so I guess I’m just gonna shower and go buy some work pants because I can’t keep wearing the ones with the hole in the butt seam.
I shouldn’t be restless right now. I rang Cameron this morning, and it went really fucking well. Basically, we had an agreement that if one of us started seeing someone, we’d tell the other, so we could at least back off for a while, or something. I’m really glad to have Cameron in my life, even just as a friend. He’s supportive and lovely as fuck.
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Get that damn number off one of your co workers for the psychic/clairvoyant. That one said they’d give to you months ago, dammit.
I’m not sure how much of that stuff I believe, but I’m vulnerable and want some guidance. I’ve heard good things…
I am stressing about it right now because I don’t have it. WHAT IF I DO SOMETHING WRONG IN THE TIME BEING.
Ugh this is just silly I need to destress.
Last night’s highlights:
Arriving in town at 11 and seeing a guy getting carried out of Enigma. He was passed out and being carried by the wrists and ankles as if he was hog tied. His jumper was up over his head and the bouncer *accidentally* whacked his head into the wall when he set him down. I’m sure that bump was the least of his troubles though.
Watching groupies follow The Darkness around enigma. Lols.
Walking to HJs with Dan - my very, very long haired man friend.
A group of trendies behind us, some guy yells “How about a threesome? Wait… which one’s the chick?”
I had to let the threesome part slide, but the second part made me lose my shit - as in laugh. I know the way he meant it but I can’t help it - I love how sensitive guys get over whether they look man enough or not. That happened to Cameron and I once too, only the 4 year old that made the mistake was totally legit (and Cameron was actually annoyed at her. LOL) .
“Dammit. I knew I shouldn’t have worn my dyke boots. I’m not sure who should be more offended, me or you?”
Dan: “Probably you, but that really hurt my feelings.”
It’s okay though we ate our feelings at hungry jacks.
Last night’s lowlights:
$80 parking fine. I could have taxi’d in AND out for $5 less than that. Fuck my life.
Last night I went to see my friend Neil’s band play at Soul Box on Hindley (West Terrace end), it was freaking awesome. It’s a little jazz club with some very interesting and intoxicating cocktails, and some nice wines too. The atmosphere is super amazing - it’d be perfect for a date! Apparently it’s not usually very busy either so you can enjoy some privacy.
Then Belgian beer cafe which I can’t say I enjoyed overly - it was so crowded and loud and I don’t like beer so there’s nothing in it for me.
Then enigma, as usual. But it fucking closed at 2am - what the fuck? Friday nights are laaame. So I just walked around the city with Dan. We walked to the playground on south terrace, froze to death and seesawed and saw some possums too. I wanted to go into the cemetery on west terrace because it looked HUGE and I never even knew it was there, but Dan’s no fun. Walked to my bus stop on grenfell, caught my bus at 5:45, got to the plaza at 6:15, had to walk home from there… finally home at 6:45am and that’s my friday night story no one particularly cares to hear. My body is teh sores.
I woke up and went to do the washing and even though I didn’t take it off until 7am, it’s done already. The fuck? Thanks Merrrm.
Note to self: wear some fucking pants if you’re gonna stay out that late. I’m tempted to drive my car in again, so I can always rug up if I get cold… or just sleep in the car again. I’m a classy lady.
Just finished Big Driver by Stephen King, a short story from Full Dark, No Stars.
What I’ve read by King hasn’t been particularly liberating or enlightening, but holy fuck, in a very dark way, that soothed the feminist part of me very nicely.
I highly recommend it, however, I’d slap a bit fat trigger warning on it first. It was hard to read in parts, but the reactions, the thoughts, just everything was so on point and really quite feminist.
So there’s this guy that comes into my work fairly often, he’s just one of the ‘hot dad’s that come through. Sometimes known as ‘service 5’ if they’re super amazing looking.
This guy is super cute and fairly tall, with two kids and a partner. and he’s been eye candy for me for a while haha. Until today… he wore slip on shoes. Like those total bogan plastic ones that don’t even have that thong bit between the toes, it’s just a strap over the foot with the floppy plastic bit on the bottom. It was freaking cold today, I bet he noticed me staring and is just trying to ruin the dream for me. Le sigh. I hate feet urrrrgh D:
Le dying.
Got so disgustingly drunk last night that my friend Dan had to take me home and care for me.
I really have some great friends. Also, I need to cut down on the alcohol, big time. Urgh. I remember meeting up with people but don’t remember conversations or anything. Also, sorry Hindley street for bringing up what little I’d eaten and what lot I’d drank, I’m sure you’ve seen worse though.
I do remember how Jay and Silent Bob Get Old went at Thebby theatre though - as I saw them before heading into town (didn’t drink until town) and it was aweeeesome. The show actually went for 3 hours since they also did a SModcast. When I bought the tickets I didn’t actually get a choice over where to sit, but we seriously got the best seats ever. There were seats all lined up on the floor, and we were just behind that in the first stall. I’d prefer this since I’m short and not too keen on staring at the back of someone’s head for 3 hours. We were also directly in the middle behind the tech and camera guys so we had all of the leg room in the world. WIN.
What I have planned for the rest of the day, which I need to start at some point soon:
What I feel like doing:
It feels like a much bigger to do list in my head. I’ve already battled the plaza car park twice today, got waxed and bought tights and purple shampoo. Merp.
Emotional outlet #5 of the day
You know what’s fucking stupid and pisses me off? When guys call girls sluts. This is nothing new, nothing shocking, and I hear it so often now that I go out lots that it’s just ridiculous. But it hurts when it’s guy friends of mine that do it. If it’s some drunk slob that’s calling someone a slut, it doesn’t register with me (well, it does, but not on a personal level), because they’re just some stupid drunk. But if it’s a guy friend that leans over and whispers to me, “Look at that slut over there”, “Wow her tits are falling out that’s gross”, “Omg look at that girl. She’s all stomach.” It fucking hurts. It may not be about me, but it’s basically saying that if my E cups spill out of my top, I’m a slut. I’m disgusting. My body is gross. You can be fat and love yourself and be in a cute as fuck outfit but ew - I’m still going to talk about how gross you are to others. and it’s fucking stupid of them to say as well. I’ve had this happen with not just friends, but acquaintances, and even dates (yes I need a mentervention I don’t pick them well). First of all - why the fuck would I want to hear you judge someone’s body so harshly. It just horrifies me and makes me wonder how you bear to look at me with out cringing. I like the way I look - but not everyone will, I accept that, but seriously keep your shitty opinions to yourself.
Secondly, if you’re wanting to get in someone’s pants yet you’re calling another girl a slut… you’re doing nothing to raise your chances of getting lucky. Why would I/she sleep with you after you said such a thing, because at that point we KNOW we’ll just be another ‘slut’ you’ll write off. Yet if a guy did the same thing… high fives all round, Broseph.
I dare customers to be rude to me today…
Also now I just want to stay home and cry because I finally got my doctor’s note to send to Flinders so I don’t have to pay for my third semester (I dropped out before failing, but not before the refund date) and the doctor brought up all my history from that time, and I was seriously like at that practice every fucking week, and being sent elsewhere too. My medical issues still aren’t gone but they were crippling at that time. and it’s such a load off my shoulders. and I have to leave for work in about 30 minutes.
I need a hug. Today needs to end.
Happy friday y’all <3 (no really, I seriously hope everyone’s having a better day than I am, and if you’re not, may chocolate be with you).
Okay because my life sucks and Andrew (sister’s boyfriend who unofficially moved in 18 or so months ago) is a fucknugget who parks his car half way down the motherfucking driveway - so instead of space for two cars, he parks half way down and takes up the entire thing. Anyway, because he does that, I park on the grass. Because he parks so far down and because I was in a rush already late for my doc appointment this morning, I scraped my car against his. No dents, just some paint came off. I’ve already decided I’m not telling anyone and will just wait ‘til someone notices. I’m aware that I’m an asshole, but I have told this fucknugget time and time again to drive the entire length of the fucking driveway. We have 5 cars to this household - we have two double length driveways. Yet my car stays on the lawn, and Andrew’s second car (yeah he moved in and bought another car, because he couldn’t just move the fuck out) is parked on the road. THE JOYS OF LIFE.
Also, my doc appointment was at 9:30. I got there at 9:40, I got called in at 10:10. I left my appointment at 10:45. This is why that fucking waiting room stresses me so much. AND THE CHILDREN MY GOD JUST MAKE THEM PLAY IN THE TOY CORNER, AND STAY THERE. I saw a grandmother ‘awwing’ at her grandson putting his grubby hands all over the glass door (which opens inwards, so yeah just let your 18month old play there that’s cool) and then his mouth all over it. Ew.
Blabber about birth control and my sex drive; nothing new to see here move along
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