Apr 09, 2007 20:21
I actually used this at friggin' work the other day when we were all leaving and dreading the next day, and nobody knew what the hell I was talking about. Blank stares. I felt stupid for a second then thought, "WTF?!? THEY SHOULD KNOW THAT." Anyway...
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
Macbeth. Duh.
I did have to verify the punctuation.
PS: I am dying my own hair. Pray. Light candles. Whatever. It's the spechul "highlighting" kit. Lawd, lawd, what was I thinkin'...
ETA: I look like a fucking red panda. A pissed off red panda with rabies that likes to chain smoke. I need a cookie, a gay dude and some more hair dye.
random crap,
hair trauma