Always. Never fails.
So, Rob and I got stoned and decided to cut ALL OF THE DEAD OUT OF MY HAIR... and so we did, cooking shears, razor blades and all. WHAT A BAD IDEA. AND we dyed it the wrong red… AND my face is broken out AND I’m PMSing. Clusterfuck (concerning my self-esteem). I seriously think that I am going to go to a wig store and buy some extensions and just have Rob put them in, I really don’t care or have the money to get them done professionally. He could make them look good. I am going to dye my hair blonder too. I have my BB Gro Lotion in now haha
Other than that business, life has been relaxing and sweeeeet.
Here are some pieces of something that Rob wrote for me after I passed out the other night:
“...Never shall I hunger or lust for the comfort of another for Gini will always fill even the deepest caverns of my once shriveled heart, which now thrives in me...”
“...She is the power source for my imagination and the only one capable of calming its fury but even so, without her there is nothing but a mere empty shell, a spirit with no purpose or hope. This will never be for she is my gift, my love, my everything, I am hers. And always shall be...”
We filled half of a notebook with hangman games, I won.
He told me NOT to put this one on the internet, but I like it.
My face is broken out, contrast can't even hide that shit see:
I want my long nasty hair back:
