my HERRrrrs
saTURDay, i was at my ma's. with ern. we went to a vintage clothing garage sale. and it fucking ROCKED. loved it, bought shit. yum yum. then ern went home to see her ma. and me and my ma farted around.. ate, got manicures and shit. then went back to her house. i went a searchin' thru her shit to find my dad's ashes. i want to put them in something and wear them. i love my pops. and on a serious note, i haven't at all dealt with losing him. nope. not even a speck. so i think im going to start doing that now. how do people do that? i have no idea.. but i know that not having him in my life kills me.. and as im typing this.. i want to scream from my eye balls. annnnnyways... ashes are so gross and cool. it's not ash like from a wood fire. they're hard. solid. with big chunks of bone. and tooth. so.. right? talking about how i havent dealt with his death but JUICED off the ash and bone. i'm crazier than i know. i'm just trying to be more vulnerable. erin told me a while back that it freaks her out sometimes that im not at all.. not even with her. so? as terrible as it makes me feel.. im trying. to. be. vulnerable. uhhhhgggg. ok. back to ME (!?) i was at my ma's digging thru stuff and i found a bottle of red halloween hairspray. i used it. a lot of it. and now? my herr done turned pink. hopefully.. it will wash out.i already washed it twice... i was really enjoying the white on the tips.. and planning on doing a bunch grey. suck a fuck everything. i dont want pink hair. here are some terribly unattractive photos of me, today. at work. with The Hair.
saTURDay, i was at my ma's. with ern. we went to a vintage clothing garage sale. and it fucking ROCKED. loved it, bought shit. yum yum. then ern went home to see her ma. and me and my ma farted around.. ate, got manicures and shit. then went back to her house. i went a searchin' thru her shit to find my dad's ashes. i want to put them in something and wear them. i love my pops. and on a serious note, i haven't at all dealt with losing him. nope. not even a speck. so i think im going to start doing that now. how do people do that? i have no idea.. but i know that not having him in my life kills me.. and as im typing this.. i want to scream from my eye balls. annnnnyways... ashes are so gross and cool. it's not ash like from a wood fire. they're hard. solid. with big chunks of bone. and tooth. so.. right? talking about how i havent dealt with his death but JUICED off the ash and bone. i'm crazier than i know. i'm just trying to be more vulnerable. erin told me a while back that it freaks her out sometimes that im not at all.. not even with her. so? as terrible as it makes me feel.. im trying. to. be. vulnerable. uhhhhgggg. ok. back to ME (!?) i was at my ma's digging thru stuff and i found a bottle of red halloween hairspray. i used it. a lot of it. and now? my herr done turned pink. hopefully.. it will wash out.i already washed it twice... i was really enjoying the white on the tips.. and planning on doing a bunch grey. suck a fuck everything. i dont want pink hair. here are some terribly unattractive photos of me, today. at work. with The Hair.
enjoy, or dont.
well FUCK you. it is.
now? i have to do this. in one week.
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