...and I'll bet you hate firemen too!
A good night spent in Keizer, a city planning 101 project gone horribly wrong, somewhere in the vicinity of Salem, the jolly old state capitol. I could describe the people I hang out with there, but nothing I could say would do them justice. It's fun, is all I'm saying.
I want to talk to you about my hair. Yeah, my hair. The only real sex vanity feature I give any kind of a rat's ass about, and its stupid need to change color every couple of days. I have never dyed it. That's n-e-v-e-r like in my entire life. Now, unlike my sister, I have a couple of very dull, dark brown eyes. Hers are that crazy hazel that can change from blue to green to grey to kinda golden brown in mere minutes. My hair, on the other hand, seems to have the same crazy issue. My license says "brown." So do my prints at the station. But if you examine it for more than a couple seconds, you'll notice symmetrical highlights, running from dirty blonde at the roots through gold, all the way to a tiny note of strawberry.
Dear god, I'm BLONDE!!! NOOOOOOOOO!
This isn't a tiny note found some wierd place. It's all over the place, and it's spreading, like some kind of terribly unfunny plague. At least twenty percent of it is yellow, not brown, and the red hasn't gone away with the lack of sun at all. So it kind of looks like a really fucked cosmetic dye job gone horribly wrong.
On a different note, I'm having a bit of trouble finding a torrent for two headed monster. Maybe I'll go out and *gasp* support my favorite band a little bit and actually buy something from them, since they NEVER FUCKING TOUR anywhere near here, and I can't feed 'em money that way.
I want to talk to you about my hair. Yeah, my hair. The only real sex vanity feature I give any kind of a rat's ass about, and its stupid need to change color every couple of days. I have never dyed it. That's n-e-v-e-r like in my entire life. Now, unlike my sister, I have a couple of very dull, dark brown eyes. Hers are that crazy hazel that can change from blue to green to grey to kinda golden brown in mere minutes. My hair, on the other hand, seems to have the same crazy issue. My license says "brown." So do my prints at the station. But if you examine it for more than a couple seconds, you'll notice symmetrical highlights, running from dirty blonde at the roots through gold, all the way to a tiny note of strawberry.
Dear god, I'm BLONDE!!! NOOOOOOOOO!
This isn't a tiny note found some wierd place. It's all over the place, and it's spreading, like some kind of terribly unfunny plague. At least twenty percent of it is yellow, not brown, and the red hasn't gone away with the lack of sun at all. So it kind of looks like a really fucked cosmetic dye job gone horribly wrong.
On a different note, I'm having a bit of trouble finding a torrent for two headed monster. Maybe I'll go out and *gasp* support my favorite band a little bit and actually buy something from them, since they NEVER FUCKING TOUR anywhere near here, and I can't feed 'em money that way.