Dyeing To Self...

I am of the persuasion that dyeing ones' hair can be a psychological journey in which the person, in some respect, is born anew.



Thus it is fittingly named. Through dyeing the individual is able to leave behind a part of herself that is unhealthy, and move on to a fresh new outlook on life. More importantly, she sees herself in a new light, and that new self image is the catalyst for healing and renewal...and, if it makes her look even hotter, well, it's a bonus.

Mary and I had both had a horrible week, our respective reasons actually being pretty much the same...we'd both been caused much un-needed stress and drama by two completely different early 20 something Army guys who both happen to be named "Ryan"...funny....

So we were still up at 2am hanging at home on the balcony, chillin' (literally...in about 30 degrees), she was puffing on her signature Marb Reds, and i was sipping smoke from my girlie tobacco pipe.

Anyway, we had both had it with men [sorry Geoff, i mean we had both had it with two particulars specimen of "homo sapiens"(who i cannot even bear to call "homo sapiens"...they're more like "homo stultus") belonging to the class of "Armed Forces" and being known by the particular denomination of "Ryan"]

We were done being pissed because it took to much emotional energy, and the well of tears had long since dried up.


...So, there remained only one thing to do:

Dye our hair.


So, i dragged her off to CVS pharmacy in the middle of the night (our last mid-night drugstore run had been to buy icecream and cosmos, of course). The clerk at the counter was the same one who had been there the previous night, so we chuckled to ourselves, wondering what he thought.


So, we slathered our hair up in that chemical goo that they try to cover up with fruity/floral scents but never quite works (the cherry cough syrup principle), plop down on the easy chair together (because we don't have a couch yet ;P, and start watching "Willow".


About an hour later, our hair emerged from their chrysales of towel turbin, mine as a deep auburn, and Mary's a honey-gold.
She didn't like it though, so no pic was allowed...needless to say, we'll be doing hers again tomorrow =P



But the point is, we both really needed a change, and now feel empowered, for the exterior change is evidence of an inward decision - to put it more philosophically - "Therefore ain't no guy gonna mess with these hot mamas again! Yea, tha's right, bitches! Smack-dizzle, as it were."



(the pic on the bottom was taken last week - its to show the contrast)

News from my Fortress of Solitude

Sorry to have been MIA for the past 2 weeks! It's taken that long for the ridiculous cable peeps to get our connection up and running! So, Irene and I moved my stuff over on Fri the 8th, then
we had a mini-beerfest =)

Mary moved in the next day, and brought over most of the furniture, including a futon frame that i'm using as my bed - yay! ...i've been kickin' it Carmelite style - sleeping without a mattress =P but, no, sorry to disappoint, not for my Lenten penance - i'm just cheap, and was holding out for a cheap mattress deal on craigslist...but that fell through, so i ended up buying a new one anyway - which is coming tomorrow! I can't wait!!
And here's my awesome roomate, Mary, sarcastic no-nonsense Airforce chick in her 5'4'' glory. We have already bonded over Stargate SG-1, hating men, dangly earings, icecream, coffee, Sarah Brightman, and back massages. I proposed the other day that we just cave in and become a Lesbian couple, heck, we're already living together.

Here's my bedroom...

And one view of the livingroom. I woulda put up more pix, but blogger wouldn't let me. So, perhaps i shall post some more later. although i'm sure you guys really don't care about seeing the bathroom...i feel like a new parent that wants to show off pix of their kid to everyone, even though nobody really cares =)
I wish you guys were all here so you could come over and hang at my place and fill it's rather quiet hall ( take note - "hall" not "halls")with the sounds of your laughter. I miss you all ravenously!

The Mall

I'm not even that old. . .but today I felt like it.

I decided to go to the mall today to buy some odds and ends. I walk in the doors and am immediatetly hit with the warm wafting aroma of Auntie Anne's pretzels and various incarnations of high fructose corn syrup in the forms of gummy insects. I couldn't even consider caving in and getting a tastey treat because I'm painfully aware of how sick i'd be afterward from all that sugary garbage. . .

I hear the giggly voices of bubblegum chewing teen girls, as they hang out in Claire's and Rave, sporting their push-up bras, tight jeans and lip gloss.

And the funny thing is, that in my head, i still feel and think i'm one of them. Until I saunter slowly by a mirror in the cosmetics department (damn cosmetics department) and see the tired eyes, ratty hair, and hoodie sweatshirt meant to cover up an ever pudgier midsection

But i keep walking, past Forever 21, and the cute shoe stores, and head into the GNC . . .

THE GNC, PEOPLE!!! The friggin' GNC, the vitamin/health supplement store where the OLD PEOPLE go. The one that always looked so boring as a teen, and why would anyone ever want to go in there?

So I spent some time browsing the herbs, thought i might get some ginger and fenugreek, then I picked up my probiotics and digestive enzymes . . . after debating for a few minutes over whether to buy the fruity flavored chewables, or the grown-up capsules. . . I won't tell you which i got. . .

So, Life is funny. . . actually it's Age that's funny. I think that no matter how old you actually get, you always think of yourself as being a certain age -- it's like your own archetypal image of yourself, the real you. At least, this is what I've been told by old people . . . REAL old people (not 20-30 somethings) You know it's funny how we totally classify people by age, and really what differentiates people isn't age but quantity of experience, and types of experiences. And, it's true that experience and age for the most part go hand in hand, but not always. No indeed, not always.

TGIF!

I SO need to go out, have a good laugh and a good strong drink!!

Only problem is, all my friends are in Cali . . . (or Wisconsin) ; D

It was a ridiculously tough week - i worked about 65 hrs this week, holy shit-zu!
Children irk me, esp 10 yr old boys that are impossible to read because they are somehow so corrupt this early on in life that they are able to show no physical signs of nervousness when they lie - lie to me to my face and i can't tell (i try SO effing hard at this job!), and then they go and brag to their friends that they got away with it! Thankfully their friends are backstabbing tattle-tales...
...little bastards...

i hate Mexican food, i hate people that eat Mexican food, i hate managers that are fat because they eat too much Mexican food.

But now its 3:00 on Friday, no work at Don Pablo's tonight, so i can finally breathe!

And i am off to go sign my lease, yay