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Mar. 5th, 2005 04:36 pmyou know, someone can still just print up all your locked entries and give them to someone you don't want reading them.
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Dec. 10th, 2004 08:18 amThis week has been rather strange. Reg has been stressed as fuck due to finals and whatnot, and I have been sleeping blissfully straight through the night when he's not in bed with me. But when he's around it's all weird due to empathy and all that.
I bought some hair dye from Sally's - just the color, not anything else. It was a little $3.50 pack of Red, and I assumed it would be like the gel/paste form that Manic Panic comes in, or at least like the Clairol shit, but, alas, no. It was fucking thinner than gravy. Anyway, my hair ended up looking ok, but my floor looks like someone attempted suicide in there. I have covered it up with a rug.
I bought some hair dye from Sally's - just the color, not anything else. It was a little $3.50 pack of Red, and I assumed it would be like the gel/paste form that Manic Panic comes in, or at least like the Clairol shit, but, alas, no. It was fucking thinner than gravy. Anyway, my hair ended up looking ok, but my floor looks like someone attempted suicide in there. I have covered it up with a rug.
I think my favorite thing in the world is a person who is so out on the fucking prowl that he or she just completely ignores any members of the same sex around, including the object of flirtation's significant other. And then wonders why no one, except a few single people that have been the aforesaid objects, likes him/her.
Also, when exes look like notorious TV stars.
Also, when exes look like notorious TV stars.
