on the other side of things, and all about me . . . i love my hair straight. i knew i always wanted straight hair. i look so much less girly with it straight. and i can run my fingers through it compulsively like i did when i was younger and it was short. i'm still not happy with the color. it needs to be more red. it's still too brown. at least it isn't mousy brown anymore. not like the natural color. just like my mom's it lost it's luster as i grew older. i used to be a chestnut brown, now it's just dirt colored with the occasional grey.
milo won't come in for me. he insists on staying outside and barking at the neighbors. i have to do something about this . . . that's better. dog in. no more barking. good dog. he doesn't do it out of aggression, but it's still noisy.
as for me, i slept through the day. =} i called kelli this morning. i was up all morning burning disks, but once people woke up, i went to bed. and then i got up and there was all this aggravation going on and they were fighting with each other and i just couldn't take it. fucking drama.
i just want more coffee and more tubes for my smokes. she needed to go all over. i don't look for them to be home for quite a while.
time to take another stab at a video. Red is going to videotape me at the slam next week. i'm going to do the pussy poem and i want to put the performance video on youtube. time to do a little more to get myself out there.