Tuesday, 29 January 2008


I'm dying my hair with henna. Doctor Who put it in my hair, he had loads of fun, as if you wouldn't. When DeTamble lets you anywhere near her hair with a mud like substance you know it's going to be a good day. I'm a little nazi about my hair, I don't like people touching it and I also can quite happily spend several hours with a pair of scissors cutting out split ends. Split ends are the bane of my existence. Well, not quite, but they are the most shallow bane of my existence. Did I escape the depth vs. shallowness hole then?

Why am I putting mud (henna) in my hair? I like red. I can't help it, red hair just does it for me, that and blue eyes and black skin. Pity that combination in one person would probably look kind of weird and is almost a genetic impossibility. Oh well, I've got two sorted at least, I'm about to have red hair, my bf (The Doctor) has blue eyes and I can just perve on my Afri mates, not like I'm not doing that already.

I would just like to take a moment for some public gloating. To Kevin Andrews, my vote did count, SUCKER!!!, I hope you like unemployment.

An old customer today tipped his hat at me and all military like asked me for "permission to leave" after he'd finished paying and for half a second I had no idea what to do, until I remember the 1001 war related movies and tv shows I've seen. "Permission granted" I said, and he tipped his hat and off he went. Have I mentioned recently that I find customers strange?

I bought a curling iron today.

A couple of weeks ago I was walking home in the rain and it was pitch black, could hardly see in front of me. In fact almost all I could see was the a slight shimmering on the puddles. And me being me I absolutely had to jump in each one of those puddles. So there I was, late at night bouncing around in puddles on my way home humming quietly to myself when BAM!! I bounced right into someone. Anyway, I screamed, in surprise obviously and then I couldn't even see the person I walked into, until I looked up and there was a pair of eyes staring down at me!! Turned out to be some 7 foot something African guy. I said sorry for walking into him, that I hadn't seen him because the puddles were shiny and distracting and also because he was as black as the night and that he had scared the shit outa me when I had walked into him and that I was awfully sorry and then he opened his mouth with his shiny white glowing in the dark teeth and his lamplight eyes and laughed and laughed at me.

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