The After Shot
I know, I know. It looks very red. Trust me, purple. The photo is so very myspacey because of color frustration – I’d look through the viewfinder. Purple hair. Snap photo. Red hair. Adjust angle of hair to light. Look through the viewfinder. Purple hair. Snap photo. Red hair. Over and over.
Speaking of hair, I am right now using this shampoo, and it says none of your frizzness, just like that, right on the front of the bottle.
Every single morning of my life, I grab the bottle, read the line, and then sing, “If I wanna take a GUY home with me toNIGHT – IT’S NONE OF YOUR FRIZZNESS! If SHE wants to be a FREAK AND sell it on the WEEKEND - IT’S NONE OF YOUR FRIZZNESS!”
I just… would like to stop. You’d think it’d be fun to start everyday with a little Salt-n-Pepa, but it actually does get old after about a month.
Vintage Jamie:
A little chilling, today. That passive aggressive behavior escalated, naturally, and became a huge issue. And as far as the “Coming in October” stuff… well. We never did get out of debt.
