So as goes the update

So we have a problem.

I look like a clown. A big ugly orange haired clown that has eyebrows that are too dark. I went to the hair dresser to get my hair stripped today and I spent FOUR HOURS tilted back into a rock hard sink--- to have my black hair (that was SUPPOSED to become blondish brown) turn I'm a ginger that fail led at being a ginger orange.

This is bad. So bad. The Poet is currently getting his hair cut. Let's hope things work out better for him. I'm bribing him with marshmallows to cut it short--- that 'fro is wayy too long.

So yes. I'm ugly. Just thought to throw that out there.

In other less vain notes, I received a note today from someone who I thought hated me. A friend of mine, Glamour. I thought she hated me, but she thought I was angry at her. It's screwed up, but I'm happy in a little fucked up sense because I don't think things are permanently broken. Which is a nice little piece of relief.

Sex and the City brought this up so I care to share.

A woman can have everything; a job, an apartment, a man; but it's all worth nothing without your friends.