a continuation of yesterday's entry
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I want to go to Israel, like that wasn't clear enough. I'm not scared in the slightest, is that bad? Everyone says to me, 'why? there are so many beautiful and safe places, why Israel?'. *sigh* How does one start explaining? But even Anna, who lives there, didn't recommend it. Oh well. I'm friggin' stubborn and I get mine in the end. In a couple of years, I'll find myself there.
Speaking of determination and women, (quiet, I'm trying to link two paragraphs together), how hot is Sharon Stone in The Quick and the Dead? Daaamn. That messy hair, the tan, the expression on her face. I want to sit on her, tear at her shirt and lay her. *wipes drool* It's terrible, I'm such a man.
I died my hair to get rid of the sraczkowaty colour. It was yellow. Disturbing, on me. Fearing the hairdresser dying my forehead too, as they did to Lisa, I did it myself. Chocolate mousse, from Loreal's Couleur Experte, which also included streaks.
...It is the best colour I've ever had and I am in love with myself. LOL It's like, dark brown and mahogany and ruby and amberish at the front. And so very vibrant. Pretty. God bless Loreal.
Two things that higly amuse me:
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Bravo the dog has a rubber chicken.