WEEE!!!! *thud*
Okay, first let me say that y!gallery and its slow ass self are really sucking right now. Srsly… *stabs y!gallery with a spork*
This will likely be x-posted to y!gallery when it’s back to its normal self.
That being said I have a few things to talk about.
Firstly: Hell hath frozen over.
Any of you out there who know me know I’ve had waist length hair for the last four years or so. It took FOREVER to grow it out and I always said I would NEVER cut it. But I have.
Yeah, I had a sort of epiphany. I realized that I LOVE long hair… I really do, but it’s just not ME. I can’t do anything with it. It’s hard as fuck to dye it… even if I’m just dying it one color. It takes a TON of dye to dye it all, it takes a ton of shampoo and conditioner, and it takes forever to dry. I HAVE to braid it every night or I can’t get a brush through it in the mornings. It’s just a general pain in the ASS.
So… I cut it off. I have a fifteen inch long ponytail just waiting to be sent off to Locks of Love and I now have a short-ish layered cut that… well… COULD be called emo… but I don’t think most emo guys have hot pink hair.
Now, it was not my intention for it to be that particular color. I cut my hair, bleached it pretty light, put black chunks in it, and then dyed it what I thought was going to be a dark-ish red-violet…
It’s hot pink.
I actually kinda like it.
However, it WILL be red-violet next time.
I MAY put a picture up… but likely not.
Yes... I am a tease.
Secondly: I have much hate for fish.
Okay… many of my dear watchers… well, those of you that bother to read my journals… know that I am, essentially, a maid. *twitch*
I prefer House Cleaner.
My mother and I clean people’s houses, but we don’t do dishes and laundry and things like that. We scrub toilets, wipe counters, clean showers and bath tubs… a lot of the ‘bigger’ things most people don’t seem to have time for. They can do a load of dishes, but vacuuming the house takes a little longer.
Anyway… at this one house the guy that owns it always leaves out dirty dishes. He’s recently divorced and lives with his ten year old son so a certain amount of dirtiness is to be expected. The dishes have been rinsed, but they haven’t been run through the dishwasher. We just move them out of the way and clean the kitchen.
Today I go to move the dishes… and… ugh. I picked up a cutting board which was stuck to the counter. Normally nothing STICKS to the counter because it’s been rinsed off, but it was stuck to the counter and as soon as I pulled it away this… SMELL assaulted me. It was this decaying, rotting, dead THING smell…
I can only assume they’d had fish for dinner recently.
The reek would NOT go away. I washed everything in that fucking kitchen several times, just about used an entire can of the guy’s air freshener trying to chase the smell away. I washed my hands a million times and went nuts with some Lysol sanitizing wipes on myself and the guy’s kitchen.
If I die of some obscure fish related disease I’m coming back to haunt this guy.
I’m not easily grossed out by smells and… gross things, but this just… oh my god. I almost lost my lunch all over this guy’s kitchen.
I’m not OCD about germs and things either, but that was enough to make me turn OCD for about an hour. I was almost afraid to touch ANYTHING in that guy’s house.
*shudder*
If you’re going to cook fish for god’s sake PLEASE clean it up immediately… especially if you have a maid service. Just because we clean houses for a living does not mean we appreciate being left to clean up… ugh.
I’m gonna have nightmares about that.
(Tis the next day… I wrote the above 8-30… tis now 8-31)
Thirdly: SQUIRREL!
Squirrels are so cute and just… ZOMG SQUIRREL… yah? Anyone with me on this?
…they’re also completely retarded.
Mom and I piled into the car this morning to head to work and on our way out of our apartment complex this squirrel just… darted in front of us and stopped smack dab in the middle of the lane. Now, we had plenty of room to stop so we didn’t hit it… but it just stood there…
We honked at it… it looked around.
We waited… it didn’t move.
I had to get out of the car and chase it out of the street.
I can only imagine what our neighbors were thinking, but I wouldn’t know what it meant because it’d all be in Spanish.
This will likely be x-posted to y!gallery when it’s back to its normal self.
That being said I have a few things to talk about.
Firstly: Hell hath frozen over.
Any of you out there who know me know I’ve had waist length hair for the last four years or so. It took FOREVER to grow it out and I always said I would NEVER cut it. But I have.
Yeah, I had a sort of epiphany. I realized that I LOVE long hair… I really do, but it’s just not ME. I can’t do anything with it. It’s hard as fuck to dye it… even if I’m just dying it one color. It takes a TON of dye to dye it all, it takes a ton of shampoo and conditioner, and it takes forever to dry. I HAVE to braid it every night or I can’t get a brush through it in the mornings. It’s just a general pain in the ASS.
So… I cut it off. I have a fifteen inch long ponytail just waiting to be sent off to Locks of Love and I now have a short-ish layered cut that… well… COULD be called emo… but I don’t think most emo guys have hot pink hair.
Now, it was not my intention for it to be that particular color. I cut my hair, bleached it pretty light, put black chunks in it, and then dyed it what I thought was going to be a dark-ish red-violet…
It’s hot pink.
I actually kinda like it.
However, it WILL be red-violet next time.
I MAY put a picture up… but likely not.
Yes... I am a tease.
Secondly: I have much hate for fish.
Okay… many of my dear watchers… well, those of you that bother to read my journals… know that I am, essentially, a maid. *twitch*
I prefer House Cleaner.
My mother and I clean people’s houses, but we don’t do dishes and laundry and things like that. We scrub toilets, wipe counters, clean showers and bath tubs… a lot of the ‘bigger’ things most people don’t seem to have time for. They can do a load of dishes, but vacuuming the house takes a little longer.
Anyway… at this one house the guy that owns it always leaves out dirty dishes. He’s recently divorced and lives with his ten year old son so a certain amount of dirtiness is to be expected. The dishes have been rinsed, but they haven’t been run through the dishwasher. We just move them out of the way and clean the kitchen.
Today I go to move the dishes… and… ugh. I picked up a cutting board which was stuck to the counter. Normally nothing STICKS to the counter because it’s been rinsed off, but it was stuck to the counter and as soon as I pulled it away this… SMELL assaulted me. It was this decaying, rotting, dead THING smell…
I can only assume they’d had fish for dinner recently.
The reek would NOT go away. I washed everything in that fucking kitchen several times, just about used an entire can of the guy’s air freshener trying to chase the smell away. I washed my hands a million times and went nuts with some Lysol sanitizing wipes on myself and the guy’s kitchen.
If I die of some obscure fish related disease I’m coming back to haunt this guy.
I’m not easily grossed out by smells and… gross things, but this just… oh my god. I almost lost my lunch all over this guy’s kitchen.
I’m not OCD about germs and things either, but that was enough to make me turn OCD for about an hour. I was almost afraid to touch ANYTHING in that guy’s house.
*shudder*
If you’re going to cook fish for god’s sake PLEASE clean it up immediately… especially if you have a maid service. Just because we clean houses for a living does not mean we appreciate being left to clean up… ugh.
I’m gonna have nightmares about that.
(Tis the next day… I wrote the above 8-30… tis now 8-31)
Thirdly: SQUIRREL!
Squirrels are so cute and just… ZOMG SQUIRREL… yah? Anyone with me on this?
…they’re also completely retarded.
Mom and I piled into the car this morning to head to work and on our way out of our apartment complex this squirrel just… darted in front of us and stopped smack dab in the middle of the lane. Now, we had plenty of room to stop so we didn’t hit it… but it just stood there…
We honked at it… it looked around.
We waited… it didn’t move.
I had to get out of the car and chase it out of the street.
I can only imagine what our neighbors were thinking, but I wouldn’t know what it meant because it’d all be in Spanish.