No More Blondie

its so handy having a printer in my room. unlike the olden days when id have to save a file to a usb, then go downstairs, turn on the computer, wait for 15 minutes for a Windows computer to start up, move the printer to the computer + plug it in, and then print. If i forgot a file upstairs i would have to run back up again. argh

today i was scanning, photocopying and printing from my computer like a sikunt.

i died my hair today. no more blondie. it was meant to be Dark Auburn. The image on the packet was of this red head girl. I thought my hair would be red! and because my hair was blonde previously, the red would come out easily. instead my hair is light brown. i have another packet of the same die. might go over it again. maybe i shoulda gone with the grey/purple. perhaps that woulda come out. but i like it. its nice, matches the colour of my eyes and makes my hair look healthier because its dark.

Before and After

im getting desparte to cut my hair. i just dont want anyone to fuck it up. its a risky cut. i dont go anywhere but just cuts and i think they wont do a daring job of it. but it doesnt mean if i go to an expensive salon that they wont fuck it up either.

in this weather, long hair is disgusting. esp when its burnt, curling and cripsy in some places. ew.

im going to the Die Antwoord gig on wednesday. tickets were $60 and i was so annoyed with myself because i missed out on early bird tickets. i couldve saved $10. im dragging vman along with me because i dont want to go to the gig alone. i bought him a ticket.

i havent had maccas and HJ since last year. (1month now)

I worked on some Jwow flyers today. looks pretty good i reckon. Kathy and Jason picked me up at 8:00pm then went to get Ace. We headed to Highpoint for some Grill'd and Max Brenners. Ace's top reminded us of 7/11 and was sending us subliminal messages to get slurpee's. so we obeyed the tshirt and stopped on Ballarat Road for some Lemon Lime and Bitters slurpee. Perfect in 28 degree weather at 10:00pm

Tmrw we're going to the strippers.

Stripper hopping.

Popping our stripper cherries.

'Ouch'

Die Antwoord