woo! put up a picture! just dyed my hair dark turquoise, which looks better than it does in that crappy-ass picture. especially with the spiffy cut i just got... it's been a few months since my last non-natural hair color, and i was seriously about to freak out.
i guess i'm a hair junkie. i absolutely must change my hair drastically every couple months. weird compulsion, but i seriously feel great now. what's wrong with me? when i was at my most depressed, a drastic hair change usually brought some kind of relief, somehow. i got the same feeling when i put three more holes in my ear... being in scotland was really bringing me down, but an aesthetic change like that sometimes distracts me for long enough for the depression to pass. it just feels somehow like ok, i'm different now, start over. and it tricks me into feeling a little better.
not that i just dyed my hair because i was feeling down. nope, just love it.
maybe i should wait to get my ginornous cyborg tattoo until i feel REALLY fucking bad. not that i can afford this tattoo anytime soon, anyway.
my rats are eating frozen peas. they're squee's favorite, but he hates how cold it makes his little hands, so he eats half of one, puts it down, shakes his paws vigorously, picks it back up, puts it back down, shakes his paws again... by this time the pea really isn't that cold anymore. bubonic used to do the same thing with bananas because he hated getting moosh on his paws. for vermin, they sure are fussy.
i guess i'm a hair junkie. i absolutely must change my hair drastically every couple months. weird compulsion, but i seriously feel great now. what's wrong with me? when i was at my most depressed, a drastic hair change usually brought some kind of relief, somehow. i got the same feeling when i put three more holes in my ear... being in scotland was really bringing me down, but an aesthetic change like that sometimes distracts me for long enough for the depression to pass. it just feels somehow like ok, i'm different now, start over. and it tricks me into feeling a little better.
not that i just dyed my hair because i was feeling down. nope, just love it.
maybe i should wait to get my ginornous cyborg tattoo until i feel REALLY fucking bad. not that i can afford this tattoo anytime soon, anyway.
my rats are eating frozen peas. they're squee's favorite, but he hates how cold it makes his little hands, so he eats half of one, puts it down, shakes his paws vigorously, picks it back up, puts it back down, shakes his paws again... by this time the pea really isn't that cold anymore. bubonic used to do the same thing with bananas because he hated getting moosh on his paws. for vermin, they sure are fussy.
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My blood-sister friend and I are still pretty close. It's one of those friendships where we don't see each other very often because we're both at seperate schools, but when we do see each other we're instantly comfortable and back in best-buddy mode.
My old group of friends from high school used to be so affectionate. We would hug each other when someone showed up and when someone left, and we'd always sit close and cuddled together. I miss that, it felt very nurturing.