Last time I came out like this:
[today] I DID wear my converse and I DID have green on but you’ll notice I put a pink shirt on:
I’m spewing negatively right now so don’t take anything I say too seriously. Or do, cuz I bet I mean it anyway.
I basically think my stylist hates me and besides that fact I think my hair is now about 16 shades darker than my natural color BLONDE- I’m trying to STAY blonde just a more natural version of it.
I think he thinks I talk too much and I think I weird him out cuz I say ME shit like but not limited to: I hate people, I don’t like leaving the house, I’m a hermit, I’m arrogant, I’m coming off my meds or my tits as I like to call them, I don’t do groups, I have social anxiety, you are having a 100 people at your wedding? That is INSANE! NO, I don’t have an inside voice and sorry I only speak trucker. Oh and on top of being ME, I’m hyper.
I’m going to have hair on my wedding day but that is about it. Hair. His fiancé I’m sure will look fantastic.
Now he did say it would get lighter and to watch how much lighter it gets in the first week and then really watch it or something. I was busy booking in for both Adam and I for the last cuts and shit before our wedding. Adam HATES paying ’salon’ prices to have his hair cut, I don’t blame him, I personally think hair is one of the most over charged things out there [other than WEDDINGS!] coming from small towns up north where it just doesn’t cost up-wards of 100+ dollars for a cut and color.
This is where the ‘city’ in me just falls out my asshole and small town can’t stand the city takes over and I want to go eat bark.
ENOUGH photos of ME I KNOW but I think I look TOTALLY X-Men Last Stand here MAN.
