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superbadgirlThis morning, a man on the bus tried to kill me with his cologne. It is not necessary to bathe in the stuff, folks.
I need to learn how to swim. I need to find a place that has lessons for adults that experience increased heart rates at the very thought of water deeper than her ample hips. Seriously, it's a goal for me to get off this rock sometime soon and take an actual vacation. Might visit my nephew in Hawai'i, since he's stationed there and stuff and is such a sweet kid he'd actually welcome a visit from his old auntie.
But water fucking terrifies me, you all. Most places seem to offer beginner lessons, but I want a place that actually says they understand the fear involved. You can't just plop me in water and expect me to learn when I'm in panic mode.
Used a henna/indigo blend this weekend. It looks pretty much the same as the Lush product I've been using, but I think I like it better. I don't miss the clumps of cocoa butter, that's for sure. I'm also reaching that "at peace with my hair" stage, which I have to achieve after every cut. I don't want to break up with my stylist, but she's starting to make my hair not cute and I have serious hair vanity.
Outdoors, it probably appears much redder. Hard to tell. We've lost our sunny days again.
Also, song.
I need to learn how to swim. I need to find a place that has lessons for adults that experience increased heart rates at the very thought of water deeper than her ample hips. Seriously, it's a goal for me to get off this rock sometime soon and take an actual vacation. Might visit my nephew in Hawai'i, since he's stationed there and stuff and is such a sweet kid he'd actually welcome a visit from his old auntie.
But water fucking terrifies me, you all. Most places seem to offer beginner lessons, but I want a place that actually says they understand the fear involved. You can't just plop me in water and expect me to learn when I'm in panic mode.
Used a henna/indigo blend this weekend. It looks pretty much the same as the Lush product I've been using, but I think I like it better. I don't miss the clumps of cocoa butter, that's for sure. I'm also reaching that "at peace with my hair" stage, which I have to achieve after every cut. I don't want to break up with my stylist, but she's starting to make my hair not cute and I have serious hair vanity.
Outdoors, it probably appears much redder. Hard to tell. We've lost our sunny days again.
Also, song.
