the hair cut... oh my.
well its fixed now. it looks better than it had, but i miss they way it looked before.
plus on top of that i went to dye it the same day at the fix-up, and apparently my hair is anti dye suddenly. it turned all kinds of colors, all kinds but those that it was supposed to that is.
so i had to go get some emergency hair dye. and now i have black hair... ugh typical. well at least its not super back, i can kind of get away with calling it dark brown.
on another note, i just spent an awesome weekend in chicago. very fun. i think i could've have gotten married to at least 3 people while i was there... what can i say, im loveable.
well its fixed now. it looks better than it had, but i miss they way it looked before.
plus on top of that i went to dye it the same day at the fix-up, and apparently my hair is anti dye suddenly. it turned all kinds of colors, all kinds but those that it was supposed to that is.
so i had to go get some emergency hair dye. and now i have black hair... ugh typical. well at least its not super back, i can kind of get away with calling it dark brown.
on another note, i just spent an awesome weekend in chicago. very fun. i think i could've have gotten married to at least 3 people while i was there... what can i say, im loveable.
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10:00pm
Went to the Dinkytowner at 10 to see POS and Cecil Otter---
10:40pm
Felling a little goofy--I'm a charming conversationalist-4 Jamesons, 3 Beers deep.
12:00am
Slowin' down a little-Everyone Loves me. I'm 8 feet tall. 5 Jamesons, 5 beers
1:00am
Calling friends I havent seen in years just to say hi...at 1am. 5 Jamesons, 6 beers.
1:30am
In St. Louis Park in a train yard sitting between huge silos. I cant be sure of my own name. Everyone looks a little fuzzy and confused when I talk or move.
5 Jamesons, 5 beers, few hits of weed.
2:00am
Lost everyone I came with in favor of wandering the train yard. Train passes. Break into a dead sprint and hop the train. No more booze. I'm holding with what I got.
2:30
Still on the train. Wondering if this was all such a good idea after all. Figured that better to just stick it out now. To far from everyone and the car. Best to just wait till the next major city. Looks pretty remote here..
2:40
Phone rings. "where the hell are you?!?" "On a train, where are you?" Train starts to pick up speed..Its the last chance to get off now. *dives*
3:30am
Phone battery dies. I cant find anyone. Been walking for almost a hour. Starting to lose faith that bad things like this always work out. The posiblity that I may never again see friends and loved ones is now very real.
4:20am
Railroad cop finds me ambling down the tracks. Informs me that my friends are looking for me...about 5 miles back.
9:00am
Wake up to the sun flooding in the room and a headache that rivals a gunshot wound in pain. Writing in black felt marker all down my forearm reads
Poor Impulse Control
No idea how it got there.