I've been eating Peanut Butter Cups like there is no tomorrow. And listening to this song. And cleaning piercings and browsing online stores for digital cameras. Right now I'm thinking that I'm going to get the Ricoh one because I have never heard of the brand and the girl that I know who has their slr one hasn't heard anything of their digital cameras. There are also no online reviews. It's going to be an ADVENTURE!!!
I would like to point out that the only reason why I started thinking about getting a digital camera was because of the whole 'erotic photography' thing. Which only came up because of my internet almost husband. Oh yes.
Tomorrow is visitors day at CampJew. I'm going up to visit my brother. I seriously hope that no one makes any kind of deal about my hair because I don't want it to be a deal. It's not an attention getting thing to me. I just like the colour as does my fiance and friends and all that. So fuck off everyone who is like. How did you get that done. Blah blah blah. And looks at me like I'm just some trendy bitch fuck. I think that I'm going to have to dress for this thing so people don't think that I'm some angsty teenager all into the punkrock and the heavy metal. (fuckthatshit.) Meaning. I'm wearing that blue/grey skirt and a white shirt. I didn't post the picture of me wearing that white shirt while it is wet. Le sigh. A smile or whatever is good enough.
that paragraph doesn't really make sense because I went back and deleted stuff from it and added a lot more than I deleted.
if anyone buys the novel You Shall Know Our Velocity! (David Eggers.) in paperback please skip pages 251 to 300. Please. If you have to, go back and read them at the end of the book. The author ruined his own book for me.
I guess that I'll post a picture of the new hair and all that.
I'm too cool tonight.
I would like to point out that the only reason why I started thinking about getting a digital camera was because of the whole 'erotic photography' thing. Which only came up because of my internet almost husband. Oh yes.
Tomorrow is visitors day at CampJew. I'm going up to visit my brother. I seriously hope that no one makes any kind of deal about my hair because I don't want it to be a deal. It's not an attention getting thing to me. I just like the colour as does my fiance and friends and all that. So fuck off everyone who is like. How did you get that done. Blah blah blah. And looks at me like I'm just some trendy bitch fuck. I think that I'm going to have to dress for this thing so people don't think that I'm some angsty teenager all into the punkrock and the heavy metal. (fuckthatshit.) Meaning. I'm wearing that blue/grey skirt and a white shirt. I didn't post the picture of me wearing that white shirt while it is wet. Le sigh. A smile or whatever is good enough.
that paragraph doesn't really make sense because I went back and deleted stuff from it and added a lot more than I deleted.
if anyone buys the novel You Shall Know Our Velocity! (David Eggers.) in paperback please skip pages 251 to 300. Please. If you have to, go back and read them at the end of the book. The author ruined his own book for me.
I guess that I'll post a picture of the new hair and all that.
I'm too cool tonight.
slide rules, as well as other precision instruments.
Yeah, I know, I tell people they're hot, etc., but have a poor self-
image anyway. *sigh* I really do like the hair, though.