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Jun. 21st, 2004 12:19 amDespite the appalling state of my hair, this weekend has been semi-decent.
I spent some much needed time with Thee Pumpkin Girl, accompanied by much giggling and eeping. It amuses me to no end to see The Engineer scratching his head in puzzlement when TPG and I get going. I bought two new shirts, I did. And managed to make the world's most hideous spaghetti sauce.
Three cloves of garlic isn't that much, I would reckon.
In reality, however, quite the opposite. I could barely eat it and I'm a tremendous fan of garlic. I'm still not sure what I did wrong, if it even was anything I did. It's my mother's recipe and I followed it to the letter, although it was the second time I've ever made it. Everything else she's taught me, cooking-wise, I've mastered with ease. Spaghetti sauce remains elusive.
I'm currently battling the urge to take a long, hot bath. However, I've been sopping wet about fifteen times today during the fucking up of my hair (photographs will not be forthcoming) and I've no desire to dry my hair again, especially since it takes so much damn time to dry out. I'm also fighting a strong desire to cut all my hair off, into a chin length bob, but I am steadfast and refusing. It's almost down to my ass, back to where it was when I left Philadelphia three years ago, and I'm not giving up now. Oh, no. Also, Miss Robin recently cut her hair and I don't care to be seen as a copy-cat. ;)
The hair doesn't look all that bad, I would reckon. My mother loves it. But, it's not what I wanted. And I'm not sure if what I want is even possible. A deep maraschino cherry red, that's what I want. No one seems to make it, unless you count the semi-permanent vegetable dyes. And I'm not going down that particular route again, heavens no. I don't want candy crayon RED RED RED. I just want a happy, suitable-for-working-in-an-abortion-clinic-but-not-quite-mundane red. No orange tones. No yellowish-ness. Red red.
I loved the blue-black and will most likely go back to it at some point, I just need a small change to lift some of the boredom I'm currently feeling.
I had something else to say, but I seem to have forgotten it.
Oh, I remember now.
The Engineer bought me a gift certificate for an hour long sensory deprivation float at the Stresslab. Something which I have been dying to do since I was nine years old and read about the experience in one of my mother's issue of Cosmo. You float nekkid in an egg shaped device, in several inches of highly salinated water. No sight, smell, hearing, taste, or touch.
Now I just have to decide when I'm going to do it.
I spent some much needed time with Thee Pumpkin Girl, accompanied by much giggling and eeping. It amuses me to no end to see The Engineer scratching his head in puzzlement when TPG and I get going. I bought two new shirts, I did. And managed to make the world's most hideous spaghetti sauce.
Three cloves of garlic isn't that much, I would reckon.
In reality, however, quite the opposite. I could barely eat it and I'm a tremendous fan of garlic. I'm still not sure what I did wrong, if it even was anything I did. It's my mother's recipe and I followed it to the letter, although it was the second time I've ever made it. Everything else she's taught me, cooking-wise, I've mastered with ease. Spaghetti sauce remains elusive.
I'm currently battling the urge to take a long, hot bath. However, I've been sopping wet about fifteen times today during the fucking up of my hair (photographs will not be forthcoming) and I've no desire to dry my hair again, especially since it takes so much damn time to dry out. I'm also fighting a strong desire to cut all my hair off, into a chin length bob, but I am steadfast and refusing. It's almost down to my ass, back to where it was when I left Philadelphia three years ago, and I'm not giving up now. Oh, no. Also, Miss Robin recently cut her hair and I don't care to be seen as a copy-cat. ;)
The hair doesn't look all that bad, I would reckon. My mother loves it. But, it's not what I wanted. And I'm not sure if what I want is even possible. A deep maraschino cherry red, that's what I want. No one seems to make it, unless you count the semi-permanent vegetable dyes. And I'm not going down that particular route again, heavens no. I don't want candy crayon RED RED RED. I just want a happy, suitable-for-working-in-an-abortion-clinic-but-not-quite-mundane red. No orange tones. No yellowish-ness. Red red.
I loved the blue-black and will most likely go back to it at some point, I just need a small change to lift some of the boredom I'm currently feeling.
I had something else to say, but I seem to have forgotten it.
Oh, I remember now.
The Engineer bought me a gift certificate for an hour long sensory deprivation float at the Stresslab. Something which I have been dying to do since I was nine years old and read about the experience in one of my mother's issue of Cosmo. You float nekkid in an egg shaped device, in several inches of highly salinated water. No sight, smell, hearing, taste, or touch.
Now I just have to decide when I'm going to do it.