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So I'm wanting to quit my current job at the LaRosa's Phone Sex Center and work at Kohls. So I figured I'd better dye my hair all blonde and get rid of the black underneath. I bought some kind of hair color remover stuff, figuring it would do the trick. Instead, my hair is now a blotchy mix of bleach blonde/dark blonde/orange/brown/black.
It's pretty gross.
I also have to buy shirts that cover up my tattoo. Gay.
I haven't updated this thing in awile because my computer decided to stop working. Fuck Dell. Anywho a kindly African American man named Ron came over today and fixed it.
And I have wheels, my mom is getting a Jeep Liberty so my dad figured the least he could do was give me his Escort station wagon. Man I'm gonna have the pry the boys off me now.
They sell these fake plastic rim things... like the spinny kind, I was thinking of making the investment. I could be really cool and paint flames on the sides of it. Wow a station wagon with flames and fake rims. The Escort is a good thing because I can fit more of my art shit in it. In my Corolla, I looked like one of those old men that collect various paper goods and store them in their car.
My summer classes are going well. Prep math is fabulous. It's basically a class for the mentally retarded. My history class is only good because the teacher wears shorts that go waaaaaay above his knee.