Today I have black hair, a black dress, black stockings black boots and red lipstick. My co-worker said I would look goth if I had on "more threatening accessories." I guess my red beaded choker with a sweet little silver heart doesn't cut it.
I dyed my hair black last night, just because I never had black hair before. But I sure did feel like a fountain pen trying to wash the dye out. I had a tub full of black ink-water, and it was all over the the tiles, the tub the shampoo bottles the shower curtain (the wall, the counters- I don't know how I managed that from inside the shower.)
It's alright, but I think next time I'll go back to burgundy.
Job 33:28
Monday, January 27, 2003
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