Ok I'm finally peeved enough to get on and complain does anyone know how hard it is to find white or gray hair dye. The reason I needed it was my mother in her infinite coolness said that I could put a streak in my hair if I would cut it short now maybe it's me reading to much but all the cool characters in my favorite books have gray hair so I figured why not and agreed. so 16 hours later I have a blond streak in my nice brown hair because we're bleaching it out and it will take two to three doses because i have dark hair what do people have against white hair although I did get so interesting reactions inquiring about gray hair dye, also I either need to find a digital camera our we need to get together soonish to show off my new head
Just so you all know I'm going to be intentionally impolite here it's a character known as my evil twin Skippy so take me with a grain of salt here
michael!
that sounds awesome. we're not scheduled for another meeting until april but maybe i can come up with something sooner. we'll call it "let's all look at the glory of michael's streaked head" or something.
It would be a perfect excuse to do Risk night and with no snacks except maybe bring your own It are free so we just get together some Thursday and you can come over if It's not too busy
Oh and I decided to keep the blond it gives me sort of a Ziggy Stardust look
PS: For those other than Niles Ziggy Stardust is a fictional being from the mind of David Bowie
"ziggy played guitar......"
"he played it left hand....."
I have interesting news I have on the advice of a friend sent my Redwall poems to the author of the series whose last name I couldn't spell from memory to save my life but I should have word back reasonably soon but its sink or swim time with the Redwall stuff
I have good news and bad news...as always it seems (May have to write a poem about that) the good news is I am now on medication for my depression and as much as I hate taking meds this is worth it for the first time in a decade my shoulders don't hurt. The bad news is the side effect, because I don't have typical aches and pains weighing me down I have more energy than I know what to do with and it's driving me absolutely mad. Plus my mouth hurts because there is a strange object on my face, no it's not braces I don't think I've really smiled with the exception of a bemused grin in 6-7 years but it's like a complete identity loss I don't recognize my own mind
Oh I forgot to mention I took a stab at the visual arts I'll bring it to the next meeting