Tonight tonight

Tonight I sew. Hope this dress. Turns out, for Victorias sake. Pic when done, or maybe during the wreckage!

Two things: I shall give you an after pic of my hair dye job. Chelon insists I do this, so as payback it shall be of me eating potato chips dipped in potato salad.
Also I do not understand what this baby sees in Radio Head. It stresses me out and makes this whole coffee shop experience, ummm screechy to say the least. Awful child.

Chameleon?

For as long as I can remember I have been going between two looks, really never more nor less. "Blue Crush" or "San Paulo vaca two years ago" is my healthy, beachy, tan, I just read Outside magazine, look and feeling. "Everyday exotic" would be my Audrey Hepburn, trying to look more ethnic than I am look. Do I keep flipping between between these dualities because A. I have no sense of self, B. I have yet to find a hairdresser (God bless you Candy Downs) who will go extreme enough or unfinished enough for me? Therefore Frost and Glow will be my friend (besides that summer you really burnt me F and G, no eyebrows? You never work that quick on my ends!) from 6th grade to the end of time. So here I am again, feeling not myself in dark hair yet knowing everyone will say tomorrow "You look so, um, classy and healthy with dark hair". Colleagues always love the brunette and boys and anyone who knows my personality likes the skunk look, or loves me too much to protest. Bored and not yet sleepy I've done it again and pulled out my emergency pack of F and G (hey at least its not cigarettes!) Im putting a Before and what should be an After picture. If Caleb Followill loves a good skunk, why can't I? Wish me luck... Ignore the cheekne...

This is how im gonna start my mornings from here on out

I especially enjoy the affirmation "I like my hair, I like my haircuts". If I could say that all would be right with the world. My world. me memememe

If I could I would

marry zach galifianakis. I realize many say this but even if he hit me I may take it. I hear he's a real dreamboat under that beard. This is one lucky lady if you ask me.

Not About Love from Zach Galifianakis

little girls going hard on single ladies

Wow, why that, my weird ramblings about trying to be a hard worker and not one cute pic I've tried this mobile mayhem with!?

Wowowow. This week is ridic! So much rehearse and heart hurt and by hurt I mean overwhelming emotion you think hurts bc that's all you know how to translate that much feeling as. This show is scary but fun. Especially fun when we end early and I get to have a dirty martini with lots o olives, whoaa drink with food at the end.