hi, i'm fanny friedhair.
welll.. here i am sitting at home yet again. i don't really care tho, this weather isn't doing much for me AT ALL. it feels like it's october, where the hell did august go?
last week i took it upon myself to bleach streaks into my hair myself. it all went well until i washed out the bleach and realized that chunks of my newly blonde hair was falling out. it was gross. lucky for me, i work at a beauty supplier and i can get my hands on lotsa goodies to fix this problem. so i've been doing pack after pack of reconstructive treatments on my dang hair for the past few days trying to make it somewhat manageable again. i'm crossing my fingers that it all doesn't fall out.
hmm.. what else. on sunday night i was invited out to brad's farm for a weiner roast. little did i know, that his whole fricken extended family would be there as well. this is a little strange for me, being that most of them know i'm his ex. but, i went and i had a great time. brad and i didn't talk as much as i'd hoped we would, but we didn't get much of a chance. i was off chasing kittens with his 5 yo. cousin Bo and feeding the horses and such. it wasn't totally awkward, and i did catch him smiling at me a lot. finally after two hours, brad has the nerve to say a few words to me. passing by with a raw hot dog he says 'here, have a weiner.' with a giant smirk on his face. why do i like this guy again? haha.
apart from that, the picture of me drunk off my ass in his precious mustang GT that i blew up and framed and stuck in his room while he was away, which was originally really just a prank.. has ended up becoming a permanent fixture beside his bed. how can a girl not be a little confused by that?
anyways, i've decided that since yesterday was exactly five months since we broke up, and it's been nothing but a giant game ever since with drunken flirting and a whole lot of mixed emotions, that i need to try to move on. i have no doubt in my mind that him and i will reconcile when we're a bit older, but what am i doing for myself by holding onto the present? my feelings for him will never completely go away, and his for me i would assume. but right now just isn't the time. i don't really want to go out and get into a serious relationship but i would like to meet some new people. so that's what i'm going to do.
on another note, might i add how much i HATE money. i got paid yesterday, and i'm already almost broke. payments payments payments. and saving for hawaii. so i guess in february, some of this poorness will be worthwhile. until then.. i'll keep bitching about how much i hate being broke.
i bid you adieeeu. <3 mwa.
last week i took it upon myself to bleach streaks into my hair myself. it all went well until i washed out the bleach and realized that chunks of my newly blonde hair was falling out. it was gross. lucky for me, i work at a beauty supplier and i can get my hands on lotsa goodies to fix this problem. so i've been doing pack after pack of reconstructive treatments on my dang hair for the past few days trying to make it somewhat manageable again. i'm crossing my fingers that it all doesn't fall out.
hmm.. what else. on sunday night i was invited out to brad's farm for a weiner roast. little did i know, that his whole fricken extended family would be there as well. this is a little strange for me, being that most of them know i'm his ex. but, i went and i had a great time. brad and i didn't talk as much as i'd hoped we would, but we didn't get much of a chance. i was off chasing kittens with his 5 yo. cousin Bo and feeding the horses and such. it wasn't totally awkward, and i did catch him smiling at me a lot. finally after two hours, brad has the nerve to say a few words to me. passing by with a raw hot dog he says 'here, have a weiner.' with a giant smirk on his face. why do i like this guy again? haha.
apart from that, the picture of me drunk off my ass in his precious mustang GT that i blew up and framed and stuck in his room while he was away, which was originally really just a prank.. has ended up becoming a permanent fixture beside his bed. how can a girl not be a little confused by that?
anyways, i've decided that since yesterday was exactly five months since we broke up, and it's been nothing but a giant game ever since with drunken flirting and a whole lot of mixed emotions, that i need to try to move on. i have no doubt in my mind that him and i will reconcile when we're a bit older, but what am i doing for myself by holding onto the present? my feelings for him will never completely go away, and his for me i would assume. but right now just isn't the time. i don't really want to go out and get into a serious relationship but i would like to meet some new people. so that's what i'm going to do.
on another note, might i add how much i HATE money. i got paid yesterday, and i'm already almost broke. payments payments payments. and saving for hawaii. so i guess in february, some of this poorness will be worthwhile. until then.. i'll keep bitching about how much i hate being broke.
i bid you adieeeu. <3 mwa.