I'm in some kind of insane rancid funk.
& it was only made worse yesterday.
I got my hurr did... while I was high. Not a bad idea because it's calming and I've tried things I wouldn't have normally. But, bad when you get your hair dyed black and red. Yeah. What the fuck was I thinking? The bottom longer layers are jet fucking black and the top & shorter layers are highlighted sparkly red. It actually looks good, but it's so NOT ME. I feel like even more of a walking fraud.
Actually, I feel like me at thirteen or something ridiculous.
Fucking jet black and red, Lindsey.
I almost talked Chris in to buying me a purse last night. I would have traded a blow job, seriously. No big. I couldn't find one I liked so he talked about how he wouldn't mind meeting my mom. Yeah. We're getting married soon.
I'm going to go take a shower and go to work.
But, I had an idea to do a photo entry all about my mundane life. So, if any of you can think of anything you want pictures of... just let me know.