I don't think there is any real point "connection with people wise" to post here; as it is obvious it's never read.
I will probably continue, as posts like my last one was cathartic for my soul - & emotional exhibitionism, even when likely never seen, is a little exciting, in a stupid & probably juvenile way.
I feel entirely too much for my own good.
No wonder I used to be such a freakin' ubergoth when I was a teenager.
Blah.
I just woke up from this dream I had, about my father; he wanted me to color his hair, as he's in his early 60's now & his thick dirty blonde hair was being streaked with strands of grey. He told me he wanted to look "Professional". I was so excited, I took a meticulously long time picking out just the right shade, and just the right toner for it. Ash base? Beige base? What to choose?!
It was exciting, I got so caught up in the process of picking everything out, that I woke up before application - and remembered the sad few short white whisps of hair left on his head, thanks to months of Chemotherapy.
Oh well, at least the lymphoma hasn't come back.
This is such a cute site.
Sad it's rarely used.
I seem to only use it for music uploads anymore.
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Lell, out.
it's red, where ever you are. read more
on hmmm.