Holy hell, Batman! Where did this grey hair come from? It couldn't be all the stress I've been under for work could it? Naw. Anyway, I've been doing the traditional hair color dance. Shake, squirt, bend , twist, and then sit. I was going to do some blond at the roots, and then a little red elsewhere, but my buddy Sally Jane informed me that my hair could end up purple. As that would be a bad thing, I'm going to forgo the red this time. I'll come back to it in a couple of weeks. I'm getting ready to put another coat on, let's hope I don't have to use the shellack this time.
In other news, I haven't seen more for the rest of the weekend. Luckily (and can I tell you how sad it is that I feel this way?) I have to go into work tomorrow so I can escape his idea of a good time. Did I mention that he's been trying to figure out when I have to go into work? He was asking about that Friday night. "You don't seem to have a set pattern for when you go into work. Sometimes it is before 6 and sometimes it is just before 7. When do you have to be there anyway?" Yeah, cause I think you need to know that information. I'm thinking I'm going to have to just chill out at home and lay a little low, at least for today. I'll be busy enough with work for the next several days to keep me out of his sights.
I made taco salad this weekend to munch on. I should have had more meat, but otherwise I'm a happy camper. I need to start taking my meds again too. I'm putting on weight, and as I'm going without for 2(?) months, I'm not feeling my sexiest. Besides, the rumor is that exercise is good for you. I don't know if it makes you feel as good as good sex, but I'm willing to do anything to make me feel better about how I look. Although, exercise, ugh, the things I do to better my life. I'd rather be sitting on the couch for hours at a time, snacking and reading. Ohhh. Snacking. I haven't made Chex Mix in ages. That sounds incredible. Hmmmm. Gonna have to restrain myself or I'm going to find my ass out at the store picking up cereal and peanuts and pretzels... Bad girl, bad.
Time to shower anyway and pull this crap out of my hair.
Crap. I just realized I'm bored again.
Damn.
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I sympathize with the thoughts on exercise. I just learned I have 2 fatty cysts and the beginnings of carpal tunnel. If the carpal tunnel is true, then my guitar playing will grind to a slow halt. So, my new options are - are you ready for this? - yoga. Yeah...great....exercise seems to be the cure for everything....
Well, except for sex...
Great, the one thing I'm not getting....
I think I'll go out back and shoot myself.
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