I put Delilah into a onesie with glitter on the design earlier and that plus wearing a lowcut camisole means that holding her got my chest all covered in tiny bits of glitter. It's everywhere now. I seriously look like I'm getting ready for my nightjob of dancing for truckers in a skeevy club, hahaha.
In other news, packing is going well. I'm about to go do some more laundry and then get on packing up some of the millions of random ceramics around my apartment. Fuck we have a lot of stuff Adam's made!
Oh oh oh, pictures. I forgot I've got pictures. So many pictures, too! Here's some fun stuff:
Ooooold picture from when I lightened my hair that I love. Emily inspired, in that I wasn't wearing any shirt or anything when I took it. I felt saucy.
THIS is why I dreaded my hair in the first place- that fucking corkscrew curl is sticking straight out. What the fuck?
Delilah! We put Ollie's chucks on her and giggled for a while.
I made these for the neighbor as an "I'm sorry your kitchen flooded and thanks for letting us steal your wireless without paying this month" snack.
These are my fuckin' snazzy new plugs, I adore them!
Aw fuck, crazy pink dreads!
Oh yeah, did I mention I dyed my hair pink? Or at least threw pink veggie dye over the blah brown. Whoo hoo, bright hair again! It's magenta in the light, which I find fun and saucy.
Aww. Had to put one sweet picture up here...