Doesn’t My Hair Look Great?

Ahhh Rose. If you need your hair done here’s your girl.

Long time we’ve known each other eh lady? Remember when you did that high ponytail for my tutu outifit, introduced me to those two cool opera girls, oh and when you cut my bangs with angels on your scissors that time? Thank you missy!

This is my favourite photo of us, Keebler Elves. We’re actually signing up to carry the Torch back in 2008 here; neither of us got a call back.

Maybe the Sickest I’ve Ever Been

I have slept almost 48 hours straight, since Sunday.  It broke this morning, bottom picture right, the worst is over.

When I called and cancelled appointments, “I can’t even walk across my apartment let alone…”, and I couldn’t. I’ve been fighting this off for weeks though, I knew it was coming, but did not think it’d be this bad. Whatever you hear about this fever going around, believe it.

Know what’s great though? Now that I’ve been so sick, any badness in my body has been burned up, therefore I go into a new decade all clean. How’s _that_ for being positive.

This will go down as, “the fever in which I have no recollection of tweezing out half an eyebrow.”

 

 

I Was Going to Make a ‘Haul Video’

In the summer, with this dress and shoes:

Do you know what a haul video is?  You go shopping, you get some great deals, you come home and tell your webcam all about it, that’s a haul video.

These videos have gained popularity for a reason I do not understand… click here for an example of one, not embedding that.

My video was going to be jokes, even though the above dress and shoes were excellently priced, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.  So this post, this is as far as it goes.

 

 

I Fit a Profile Last Sunday

I was driving in Cherry Beach when a car watched me go by and altered its course to follow me. I drove around a blind corner, parked up and waited. Sure enough 30 seconds later it rounded the corner too, real slow like, and pulled up beside me.

I put down my window, “what’s up man?” and now he’s stopped, silently staring, then says, “you selling?” and makes a motion like he’s smoking. Shake my head no. He pulls away, and below is him turning around for a second pass at me, and it’s a stare-off.

Guess my car and I fit the profile of a dealer.