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okay. so i dyed my hair the other night. yet again. it's really dark. i hate the way it is right now though (not the color). it needs to be cut. i think i want to cut more layers in it. like a carmen electra / jessica simpson type do. (note: i fucking hate jessica simpson. but i like her hair).
this weekend sucked so bad.
last night, doyle came over and ate dinner. then i cut his hair for him. dude, i don't think i did a good job like i normally do. i was so fucking paranoid cause the kid has really really really thin hair. and you can always tell with thin hair if something is uneven. then, we went up to marinelli's. the gay bartender was working so i couldn't drink. suck fest and a half. but we watched the piston's game and shot the shit. there's this one girl that works up there... and i'm pretty sure she hates me for no good reason. she's such an ugly bitch though, that i really don't care. actually, if you want to know my real feelings on her - i think she's a "c". (i can't even say that word cause i hate it so much, but she is). i think she hates me cause if i'm not there, it's all the dudes. but when i'm there, i steal the flavor up out her kool-aid. lol. and i don't think she likes that. hell, she only got one run around with one of em anyways, and i'm sure that was pure drunken luck. so she needs to stop shooting me dirty looks or i'm gonna punch her one day. i dunno though, anyways... brian (the cool bartender) came in. but then, i decided i didn't want anything cause i was kinda getting tired. that and the ugly bitch kept staring me down. i think she knows i'm not 21. anyways, it was a typical week night at the bar. caught up with nate. which was cool cause i don't see him that often. and i'm totally convinced i freaked tommy out even though it wasn't my doing. sticky icky icky ooo ooo! (no, come on you perverts! stop!) he's just been being really weird and i think i got a little hint of why. but i dunno, we won't go into this. but anyways, me and doyle left close to 1, and we walk out to his car and all his wipers are up, his mirrors are turned in, his gas top is unscrewed and his rear blade is all messed up. and i'm like, "what the fuck?" and he's like, "damnit, i knew i shouldn't have messed with nate's car." lol.
oh here's a funny story! lol. this weekend i went in a high pressure stand up bed and was burned to all shit. so sunday i wouldn't even leave the house, right? monday rolls around and i have to go to work. so i sent my mom to get me some bronzing powder. so she gets some and i put it on. and i looked like a fucking oompa loompa!!!! yeah, i wasn't red anymore, but i was bright fucking orange. omg. it wasn't funny then, but i gotta laugh about it now. lol. funniest shit ever.
today i had one fucked up morning. my brother pissed me off. i set my alarm earlier than i need. and i usually hit snooze at least once. so my brother hears my alarm, gets up and gets in the shower before me. which pisses me off 1. because he works construction 2. because i need my hair to be done at a certain time or else i can't do it and it makes me late cause it's too much work 3. because he's an inconsiderate asshole and uses all the hot water (and he has no hair) which means he takes 30 minute showers. so on top of waiting that 30 minutes i have to wait another 15 to get hot water. motherfucker. so i'm like, behind big time. so you know i get all pissed off and turn on the hot water in the other bathroom the whole time he's in there in hopes that i can cut down his shower to 10 minutes, and then wait another 10. little fuck.
freddy just told me, "you're so sexy. you look like a porn star." and oddly enough, i've been told i look like a porn star before. wtf. maybe it's the make up. i have very tasteful make-up though. i dunno.
oh, and just so i can do a little more bitching cause well, one, i have time and i'm not doing shit right now at work and two, cause i just like to bitch... ugh, i'm starting to not like my girl-friends at all. ashley's like, non-stop bitchy lately. (her and jim need to either work their shit out or like, break up. cause i can't stand her going "jim this and jim that, jim, jim, jim, jim." and she asks me my fucking opinion on everything, when she already knows what i think of the situation. so i just sit and listen to her and not tell her a damn thing. cause when i do she gets all pissed anyways. she talks shit about girls, and then turns around and does the same bullshit with her own boyfriend. she doesn't realize that right now, she's "that girl". i don't want to knock her, but it's fucking exhausting, and i'm not even part of that. and there's some random's out there that i haven't seen. i haven't seen elaine in forever. stephanie i haven't seen since chicago. kapusta was supposed to hang saturday and ended up calling me the day of to tell me she went up to state last minute on a whim. not cool. and, kristin has been being gay and not doing a damn thing besides sitting at home with her mom, and yet she can't return a phone call. gay people! gay! and people wonder why i hang out with all the dude's every night.
no one's here yet. wtf. and i think my fax is being gay again...
closing thought: love, angel, music, baby. (get the cd if you don't have it).
this weekend sucked so bad.
last night, doyle came over and ate dinner. then i cut his hair for him. dude, i don't think i did a good job like i normally do. i was so fucking paranoid cause the kid has really really really thin hair. and you can always tell with thin hair if something is uneven. then, we went up to marinelli's. the gay bartender was working so i couldn't drink. suck fest and a half. but we watched the piston's game and shot the shit. there's this one girl that works up there... and i'm pretty sure she hates me for no good reason. she's such an ugly bitch though, that i really don't care. actually, if you want to know my real feelings on her - i think she's a "c". (i can't even say that word cause i hate it so much, but she is). i think she hates me cause if i'm not there, it's all the dudes. but when i'm there, i steal the flavor up out her kool-aid. lol. and i don't think she likes that. hell, she only got one run around with one of em anyways, and i'm sure that was pure drunken luck. so she needs to stop shooting me dirty looks or i'm gonna punch her one day. i dunno though, anyways... brian (the cool bartender) came in. but then, i decided i didn't want anything cause i was kinda getting tired. that and the ugly bitch kept staring me down. i think she knows i'm not 21. anyways, it was a typical week night at the bar. caught up with nate. which was cool cause i don't see him that often. and i'm totally convinced i freaked tommy out even though it wasn't my doing. sticky icky icky ooo ooo! (no, come on you perverts! stop!) he's just been being really weird and i think i got a little hint of why. but i dunno, we won't go into this. but anyways, me and doyle left close to 1, and we walk out to his car and all his wipers are up, his mirrors are turned in, his gas top is unscrewed and his rear blade is all messed up. and i'm like, "what the fuck?" and he's like, "damnit, i knew i shouldn't have messed with nate's car." lol.
oh here's a funny story! lol. this weekend i went in a high pressure stand up bed and was burned to all shit. so sunday i wouldn't even leave the house, right? monday rolls around and i have to go to work. so i sent my mom to get me some bronzing powder. so she gets some and i put it on. and i looked like a fucking oompa loompa!!!! yeah, i wasn't red anymore, but i was bright fucking orange. omg. it wasn't funny then, but i gotta laugh about it now. lol. funniest shit ever.
today i had one fucked up morning. my brother pissed me off. i set my alarm earlier than i need. and i usually hit snooze at least once. so my brother hears my alarm, gets up and gets in the shower before me. which pisses me off 1. because he works construction 2. because i need my hair to be done at a certain time or else i can't do it and it makes me late cause it's too much work 3. because he's an inconsiderate asshole and uses all the hot water (and he has no hair) which means he takes 30 minute showers. so on top of waiting that 30 minutes i have to wait another 15 to get hot water. motherfucker. so i'm like, behind big time. so you know i get all pissed off and turn on the hot water in the other bathroom the whole time he's in there in hopes that i can cut down his shower to 10 minutes, and then wait another 10. little fuck.
freddy just told me, "you're so sexy. you look like a porn star." and oddly enough, i've been told i look like a porn star before. wtf. maybe it's the make up. i have very tasteful make-up though. i dunno.
oh, and just so i can do a little more bitching cause well, one, i have time and i'm not doing shit right now at work and two, cause i just like to bitch... ugh, i'm starting to not like my girl-friends at all. ashley's like, non-stop bitchy lately. (her and jim need to either work their shit out or like, break up. cause i can't stand her going "jim this and jim that, jim, jim, jim, jim." and she asks me my fucking opinion on everything, when she already knows what i think of the situation. so i just sit and listen to her and not tell her a damn thing. cause when i do she gets all pissed anyways. she talks shit about girls, and then turns around and does the same bullshit with her own boyfriend. she doesn't realize that right now, she's "that girl". i don't want to knock her, but it's fucking exhausting, and i'm not even part of that. and there's some random's out there that i haven't seen. i haven't seen elaine in forever. stephanie i haven't seen since chicago. kapusta was supposed to hang saturday and ended up calling me the day of to tell me she went up to state last minute on a whim. not cool. and, kristin has been being gay and not doing a damn thing besides sitting at home with her mom, and yet she can't return a phone call. gay people! gay! and people wonder why i hang out with all the dude's every night.
no one's here yet. wtf. and i think my fax is being gay again...
closing thought: love, angel, music, baby. (get the cd if you don't have it).