so, i had some things to say about the damsel, instead i spent much of my afternoon about two pixels from an insect's armpit. damsel flies. of course.
sitting here thinking the shade of the hairdye drip on my arm is a good sign, much darker than the box. because i picked an entirely inadvisable color to go over the faded outgrown red i had. & honestly, i know better. the choice i made could be construed as a deliberate attempt to have a hair disaster, thereby necessitating extreme corrective measures.
sometimes the only way i can manage to change is to fuckup in some spectacular fashion so that the choice is taken out of my hands. it's like some reverse failsafe switch in my head -- when my indecision keeps my wavering on the side of whiny overcaution for too long, there will come a time when the reckless hedonist within gets fed up. picture tooling along at 20 in a 25 zone & suddenly jumping out of the car. go ahead, run the scene though your mind, professional stuntperson & all -- it's more exciting than picturing me sitting here with cheap medium blonde hair dye doing god knows what to the entirely wrong hair i just put it on. the larger metaphor for the way i escape suffocating stagnation in my life? we'll pretend it's just hair.
midget tossing is always good for stagnation.
oops, that was kinda un-pc.
naked midget tossing? i had an email about that the other day.
medium blonde over outgrown red? how did that come out? the purchase alone screamed: disaster! well, i could be wrong seeing as though i've never had the nerve to dye my hair.
PC? Here?
Fer, suuure, dude <g>...
Happy Easter, Babe!!
<Sittin' here watching Brad play his new Sponge Bob game on his GameCube>
I bet it looks like fire.
Loving the damsel, btw. Yowza.
it came out ... boring. which is kind of a disaster. i might be doing something about that later on, i'm not sure. it might be time to get some of that extreme lightening stuff or somehing.
i mean, if you can't fuck it up right on the first try, keep trying, is what i always say!
second thought, (well, seeing it in the sun thought), i think it's bad enough to require emergency intervention.
so. scurry back to red, or go for some sort of blonde thing? i haven't been blonde since the 80's.
my god midlife crises are so complicated.
somehow the dark splotch on arm led me to believe the colour was brown. a deep chestnutty brown, not blond, full of vim and vigour. don't ask. it might be my own desire for change making it way past subconscious thought. having babbled that. blond over red. not sure. would worry result would be pinkish in nature. the bleach you know. but having read the the results did no produce any easter egg hues would say if change did not produce drastic enough effect, go full out. platinum blond. pale wisps catching the sun glare, intensifying it.
i don't think i could be that drastic without cutting it all off first -- & i'm feeling much more apprehensive about that today than yesterday.