That’s not going to happen. I forsee something down the road my titles will start looking like this:
Crap that Happened
I’m Super Annoying
My Son is a Genius and Yours isn’t. (Yeah you’ll never see that one)
I dyed my hair the other day. And Oscar asks in all seriousness: “You’re hair died?! It’s dead?” Yes, and purple apparently. I like to keep it in the purple catagory. Because I can’t pull of light hair apparently according to everyone. Because of my dark eyes. So it’s a nice deep dark burgandy color. I like it. I always like it though. The next day after dying it I had to go to work at 6:30am. I don’t like getting up that early so I just left my hair in a pony tail/knot thingy on my head and went to work. No make up either. Listen. No one at work ever says anything when I don’t wear make up. Seriously, I must just look the same all the time. Oh and I don’t ever wear cover up. I don’t know why I just don’t. I guess I’m under the impression that I don’t give a shit if my skin tone is even or not. So yeah no make up no hair done just up. And one co-worker who is known to be the bitch of the store but is actually pretty cool and kinda sarcastic and fun looks at me and says “what did you do to your hair?” all even toned and kind of disgusted. And I said “I dyed it.” and she says “Uhm okay.” and walks away. Awesome! Everyone else, however, if they noticed said they liked it. But wanted to see it down. So I had to explain the 6:30 start to may day and there’s no way I’m waking up the extra 5 minutes to wet my hair and put mousse in it. That is asking way too much of me. So then after work I go home and then I have to go back to work, because it’s the cheapest and the closest place to get groceries so I figure that I’ll leave my hair down and then go in. That girl, you know the bitchy girl? She didn’t recognize me from the back.
My work here is done.