Oh, I can't take NyQuil. Garg.
Some boys are painting the hallway outside my classroom and the paint smell is giving me a headache. Awesome. Only 10 more hours to go!
'Bushwhacked'
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Oh, I can't take NyQuil. Garg.
Some boys are painting the hallway outside my classroom and the paint smell is giving me a headache. Awesome. Only 10 more hours to go!
Oh, I can't take NyQuil. Garg.
Not your drug off choice?
Awesome.
I'm getting a whiff of sarcasm.
Five inches off, you say?
Five inches off, you say?
You know, when you open a can of anything (not just tuna), your cat will come running, even if it's 2 counties away, up a tree?
But I'm still more afraid of Martha Stewart leading arts and crafts in the math lab.
I keep reading that as "meth lab." Which would be other L.A. schools ...
You know, when you open a can of anything (not just tuna), your cat will come running, even if it's 2 counties away, up a tree?
Oh, the indignity. Compared to a cat.
You know, when you open a can of anything (not just tuna), your cat will come running, even if it's 2 counties away, up a tree?
Oh, the indignity. Compared to a cat.
Only in your unfailing ability to appear as soon as a pretty girl gets her hair cut.
Only in your unfailing ability to appear as soon as a pretty girl gets her hair cut.
Every girl is pretty when she gets her hair cut.
Only in your unfailing ability to appear as soon as a pretty girl gets her hair cut.
Every girl is pretty when she gets her hair cut.
Ergo....
I DID include the info about the haircut mainly for Hec. MY hair was midback, so it's still not short -- it's about shoulderblade length in the very back, but choppy layers cut into the sides and front. It's aboutcing length in the front, and I got a fabulous color job, and it was bright damn red -- still bright, but a little faded.
In fact, the steamy ONS was the night of my cut/n/color.
Speaking of cuts, mine needs one super-bad. What was once cute pre-graduation has become a tangled, messy pile of fugly combated only with ponytail holders and headbands. But I fear finding a hair dresser here. I had a very special relationship with mine that lasted 6 years. I sometimes wish I hadn't left the states just so I could go home and get my haircut.
Okay, that last sentence was a lie. But it's still very wary business, trying to find someone who knows what to do with hair such as mine. It doesn't help that almost everyone here has freakishly straight hair, so I can't even stop people randomly and ask where they got their hair cut.