I dyed my hair a pretty bright color of red.
I really like it to be crimson but Manic Panc fades too fast and Jerome Russell runs and stains for weeks.
Any recommendations, or can any of you help me get salon-grade products (like Redken).
the best surprise of my weekend...
I had a birthday present waiting at my moms house, from my aunt.
Turns out it was a bottle of Ralph Lauren, plus the lotion and shower gel!
My scent can live on indefinitely!
I don't know, perfume kind of gives me a headache. When I was a kid, it REALLY did... I used to get headaches a lot when my grandma came over, because she wore a lot of it.
julie [email] said at 9:47 AM 08-30-2004:
It smells like a rich old lady with a dog in her purse.
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Dude, why do some old ladies keep dogs in their purses?
I mean, I love my cats very much. They have accounts on Catster and regularly make new friends. I'm a big cat dork. But I'm not going to carry them around everywhere with me. Or buy them outfits for the winter.
And it seems it's mostly ladies with little rat dogs. What's up with that?
Meredith: and complaining about burns on his hand
John: he IMed me just a while ago bitching about that again. He went on a rant about smokers rights and stuff.
Meredith: jesus christ
Meredith: remember when you burned me that time?
John: yeah, I told him about that. I still have a scar from when I burned myself as an apology.
Meredith: heh
Meredith: but I didn't like, bitch at you for an hour
John: no. You were cool with it. WHat in the hell was I doing with a cigarette anyway?
John: I hate cigarettes
Meredith: You used to do that every now and then back in the day
Meredith: and I think it's because you weren't used to carrying one that you accidentally burned me
John: yeah. I have no tollerance for smoke these days.
Meredith: I was wearing a skirt and you just put your hand down and it brushed against my leg
John: ouch
Meredith: it only hurt for like two seconds
John: I remember showing Neal my cigarette burn scar a few days later at the chimes, and he was like "aw I want to do that too.." so he burned himself. He's got a similar burn scar like mine in the same place now.
Meredith: neal
John: I've got some real classy friends
Meredith: hee
Meredith: so do I
Meredith: they burn themselves with cigarettes for me
John: ha ha ha
another in a series of excerpts from my roomate paige's live journal thing:
For the past few conscious hours I have been trying to think of a good way to present this story. I thought the best way to convey the ridiculosity of this event was to tell it from the perspective of the kiosk gangsta at the Arundel Mills Mall as he might tell it to his doggs and then follow it up with what actually happened as best as I can remember. Now I have to premise this by saying that I'm not very down with gangster type talk so I'll do the best I can...I mean, I know I should use the words, "motha fucka" a lot so we'll see what happens.
Dis fucking white bred motha fucka and his bitch come rollin' up on my hood, yo, and takes dis fucking pikture of da bling blingin' Fiddy Cent shirt I made for that hoe, LaShawnda. Den the cracka started rollin' away so I checked him. I was like, "Yo, cracka! Did you just take a pikture of my jonx?" That motha fucka said, "Yeah" or some whacked ass crap like dat. I telled dat honkey dat da mall don't be allowing no piktures being taken in it. White boys was all like, "Are you gonna be like that about it?" I could tell he be skurred of me because you know, Imma black man dat be working at da freshest kiosk in da mall and y'all doggs call tell dat Imma bad ass gangta too, yo, so I telled him dis. I be sayin' to dat foo, "Fuck white boy, I could be a lot worse." Den I called ova mall sekurrity and da man made him delete his pikture and telled him dat he had to be puttin' that motha fuckin' camera in his car, yo. I showed that white motha fucka what da fuck was up, yo. He prolly went home and cryed because I owned his cracka ass.
Now what really happened? Kevin and I went to see Garden State last night at the Arundel Mills and, of course, Kevin has to stop every 5 or 6 steps to take a fucking picture. This is a normal event and you just have to allow for it when you go out in public with him. We were happily walking to Duclaws to grab a bite to eat before our movie and Kevin spied this black 50 Cent t-shirt hanging at the end of one of those mall kiosks. It had like glitter paint on it and shit. Uber cheesy so he paused and snapped a shot of it and we began moving along. Then we heard this, "Hey. Hey!" and we turned around only to see this short black man who was working the kiosk waving us back.
I feel compelled to tell you exactly what this dude looked like because that really is the best part of the story. Imagine what Bobby Brown would look like with downs syndrome and you pretty much have a good mental image. It isn't unlike Beetlejuice. Maybe some of you don't have that great of an imagination so here's a fucking picture for you:
Close enough if you ask me.
ANYWAY, the dude is like, "Did you just take a picture of my shirt?" I think Kevin and I were both confused at this point. Confused about what the big fucking deal was, that is. So Kevin replies, "Uh yeah?" And the fucker is like, "You can't be takin' no pictures in the mall." And he waves over mall security! This Barney Fyfe putz comes rolling out of this other store and Bobby Brown is like, "This guy be takin' pictures in the mall." Barney (the mall cop) says to Kevin, "Did you take pictures in the mall?"
"Yeah."
"Let me see it."
Now I must explain Kevin's demeanor about this because up to this point I had no idea that he was such a covert asshole. All this time I thought he was a "roll with the punches happy go lucky" sort of dude. No no! That is not the case. He acted like a sarcastic 17 year old who just got busted for skating at the mall after hours. I wish I could describe it better, but my lack of vocabulary is preventing me from doing so. Perhaps I should read more.
On with it. Kevin showed Barney the picture he had snapped of the cheesy shirt and then deleted it right in front of him with a shit eating grin on his face. Barney says, "Is that the only one you took in the mall?" Kevin says, "Uh yeah" like a bastard and knowing that he's lying his ass off (prior to getting to that point he had taken probably 6 other pictures...IN THE MALL). Then Barney says, "You're going to have to take that camera and put it in your car, son." So Kevin says, "Ok" and that was basically that. We went on our merry way to Duclaws so I could get a beer where we then proceeded to laugh about what had just transpired. Honestly, I think the dude was just pissed because he had to stand in the middle of the hallway at a cheesy mall and sell his cheesy t-shirts. He probably had a slow day that day as well.
At any rate, I just checked out the mall's website and there is nothing on it stating that cameras are prohibited. You would think that since such a big ridiculous stink was made regarding a photo taken of a cheesy t-shirt that there would be something posted, wouldn't you? But alas, there is nothing.
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Kevin NOTE: FORBIDDEN MALL PHOTOS soon to follow.
Julie said we drink far too much coffee,
Wine, and cigarettes and we never get no sleep.
I first met them at a riverboat party,
Both of them were speeding I would say.
I lived on the edge of all this indulgence,
Taking notes and trusting in prudence.
Julie said to Jim, "Why don’t we jump in
While the water is cool and we are still friends?"
Some say that they O.D.’d on Leonard Cohen,
Well I can see that river whenever I think about them.
The river is cruel and the water is deep and blue.
I was working then on my great unfinished novel,
"Please let introduce myself my name is Ronald."
I was okay there until I lost my cool,
Now let me introduce you to the rest of the crew.
It wasn’t my style to find surf in my eye
It was much more my style to find sand in my eyes
Though there is absolutely no truth to be discovered,
Albeit truth then is nothing to be found.
We academics are not easily discouraged,
Lord you know wits they come three to the pound.
Julie said to Jim, "Look at the state we’re in!"
It was never her intention to conclude anything.
It wasn’t my style to find surf in my eye
It was much more my style to find sand in my eyes
It was just not my style to find surf in my eye
It was much more my style to get sand kicked in my eyes
Sand in my eyes
Julie
(Fountains of Wayne)
Workin' all day for a mean little man
With a clip-on tie and a rub-on tan.
He's got me runnin' 'round the office like a dog around the track,
But when I get back home you're always there to rub my back.
Hey Julie, look what they're doing to me ,
Tryin' to trip me up, tryin' to wear me down.
Julie, I swear it's so hard to bear it,
And I'd never make it through without you around,
No, I'd never make it through without you around.
Hours on the phone makin' pointless calls
I got a desk full of paper that means nothin' at all.
Sometimes I catch myself staring into space
Counting down the hours 'til I get to see your face.
Hey Julie, look what they're doing to me
Tryin' to trip me up, tryin' to wear me down.
Julie, I swear it's so hard to bear it
And I'd never make it through without you around,
No, I'd never make it through without you around.
How did it come to be
That you and I must be
Far away from each other every day?
Why must I spend my time
Fillin' up my mind
With facts and figures that never add up anyway
They never add up anyway
Workin' all day for a mean little guy
With a bad toupee and a soup-stained tie.
He's got me runnin' 'round the office like a gerbil on a wheel
He can tell me what to do, but he can't tell me what to feel.
Hey Julie, look what they're doing to me
Tryin' to trip me up, tryin' to wear me down.
Julie, I swear it's so hard to bear it
And I'd never make it through without you around
No, I'd never make it through without you around
Today is my birthday, 27. I actually feel pretty fucking cool about it. 27 is a good age. I've been up since 6:30 and I've had this simultaneous flow of thoughts washing over me all day. You know, sometimes you wake up and your brain just feels like thinking in 5th gear.
Anyway, I purchased a car last week. A nifty Mazda 626 sedan. I passed up a brand new standard Mazda 6 that I had my eyes on, because, as Alia (and her poor stanza) can tell you (hi, Alia) I have this problem with 1st gear. I like to pop it the way I like to fingerbang those special needs kids down by the creek. As for clutches, I've burned a few. So, I went with the automatic. Also, there were some trucks that I thought I really, really liked, until I drove them. Someone needs to make their fortune redesigning Toyota's small truck cockpit. It's in bad shape.
That's all well and good, fuck you and your stupid car, Brandon, you fuck. Here's my question, fuck-faces.
I've been without a vehicle for 3 years - no need - my life time record is one ticket when I was 21 for speeding (10 miles over the limit) no accidents, no DUI, no payment problems.
State Farm won't write a new policy because they're not writing any new policies statewide on account of Foster's legacy of bad insurance rates management (for any of you fucks that voted for Foster, here's some inside information for you republican fucks to chew on, Foster's mismanagement and lackluster presentation lost Louisiana no less than 3 major auto-fabrication plants during his 8 year snore-fest, including a half-billion dollar Nissan project that we lost to Mississippi, fucking-A. In a non-partisan way, I submit that Blanco is leaning perilously close to the same sort of ineptitude. Anyway, for a republican, he sure did have a democrat's hostility toward business)
So State Farm doesn't write new policies unless you are (1) presently insured with them for life, house, another car, etc. (2) have been insured by another A+++ rated company for at least a year.
Fine. I argued with the secretary that my uncle had given her boss his first job. Then I realized that she used to work for my uncle back in the day, too and argued that point. Cronyism not withstanding, no dice. They gave me a number for an independent insurers office.
$3,500 a fucking year.
USA Agencies $3,800 a year. A fucking year. A FUCKING YEAR.
"Do people actually pay this?" I asked Kimberly.
"Oh yes, and more"
"I'll come back"
When I was 23, the last time I owned a car, I paid 1,100 a year, with only the good driving record discount.
23.
Doesn't make any fucking sense.
Geico quoted 18 a year. But this is skeletal coverage.
I was told that traveler's offers excellent rates. I haven't checked that out. As for my other options, I'd rather not go to an ABC insurer and get stuck holding the bag (or with a gigantic deductable) once someone pops me.
But, goddamn, I'm not paying 3,500 a year for this shit.
Does anyone know of a good local insurer, with good rates? Does anyone have any horror stories they'd like to share? Louisiana has effectively reined in it's BAC it's working on kicking all the 18-20 year olds out of the bars, DUI's are down, but the uninsured remain high. Regardless, why are rates so high? This is literally 3 times what I would pay had I chosen to have a car in Chicago.
Doesn't make any goddamn sense. I mean, fuck, someone could run for governor solely on a "I will reduce the insurance rates" platform/plank and that person would become a populist hero.
And yes, I am currently driving around without insurance.
John Kemper Hutcherson, 21, appears for a court hearing, Monday, Aug. 30, 2004, in Marietta. Ga. According to police reports, Hutcherson apparently drunkenly drove off the road early Sunday and hit the support wire of a telephone pole, which decapitated his passenger. Hutcherson, then continued to drive 12 miles home and slept in his blood-spattered clothes, leaving the headless body of Francis Daniel Brohm, 23, in his truck overnight. He has been charged with first-degree vehicular homicide, driving under the influence, failure to stop at an accident with death or injury and failure to maintain lanes. (AP Photo/Atlanta Journal-Constitution, John Spink)
BUT YOU PROBABLY SHOULD HAVE POSTED IT TO THE FRONT PAGE OR YOUR JOURNAL! GOD!
josh [email] said at 12:14 PM 08-30-2004:
Good idea for a post!
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GUYs
well site news, this ISN'T!!!
maybe a journal entry?
[ posted by josh at 08-30-04 12:50 PM ]
GuYS
this really should be it's own post!
[ posted by josh at 08-30-04 12:33 PM ]
Response submitted.
DO NOT RELOAD THIS PAGE
It should close by itself in 5 seconds.
THANK YOU FOR POSTING THIS!
josh [email] said at 10:03 AM 08-30-2004:
Cats won't mind you, so they wouldn't just chill on the seat and watch the exorcist.
Good post, by the way!
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josh [email] said at 1:26 PM 08-30-2004:
I missed this before! Thank you for posting it!!1! It's a good read!!
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josh [email] said at 1:23 PM 08-30-2004:
thank you for posting this!
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julie
I really enjoyed your Chinatown reference in the Dating Service.
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josh [email] said at 1:04 PM 08-30-2004:
I like that there is someone else on here that is at least, if not more, movie obsessed than me.
Also, thank you for responding.
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julie [email] said at 1:08 PM 08-30-2004:
You're welcome. By the way, I have decided that I earn one "Post in a Club Free!" pass for every two responses I make on the main page.
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josh [email] said at 1:08 PM 08-30-2004:
You should make a "Killoggs Coding" post about that, discussing it. What does everyone else think? Don't respond here, though, respond under the post Julie is going to make!
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abby [email] said at 1:11 PM 08-30-2004:
AAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!
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josh [email] said at 9:40 AM 08-30-2004:
This is exactly what I'm talking about!
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josh [email] said at 9:30 AM 08-30-2004:
See this is exactly what I'm talking about!
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josh [email] said at 10:21 AM 08-30-2004:
This is exactly what I'm talking about, by the way!
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Do you get it now, people?! JOSH WANTS US TO POST TO THE FRONT PAGE!!!!
But I'm back. What's up? Sisk must think I hate him, I do not, I love him. So anyway, I met Richard Christie from the Howard Stern Show on friday and while I was talking to him, two kids came up and were asking me about a project that I'm involved with. I usually deny any involvement with this project, but Christie's ears perked up and he's going to try to get me and my partners in crime on the show. That'd rule. Then I worked at the MD State Fair on saturday, that sucked.
1. Fights
A few days ago I returned from practice and before I left, witnessed 2 vagrants arguing about something (perhaps money?). Bizarre things such as "YOU FUCKED UP YOUR ENTIRE LIFE!!!" and "YOU DON'T KNOW ME, GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!" were yelled as I was trying to use the payphone by them. Needless to say, an honest to goodness fight broke out and was some of the funniest shit I've ever seen. It was pretty run of the mill but highlights included a sweet, well placed flying cross kick to the one dude's chest and a simultaneous punch out where both vagrants fell flat on their ass at the same time as if it were choreographed. It seriously felt like I was in a 3 Stooges skit. I was watching all of this from the relative safety of my car as I had just gotten into it when this ordeal broke out and with Phil Collins playing on the radio as I drove away, it was nice knowing that at least my life wasn't AS fucked up as these 2 gentlemen.
2. Drunk girls breaking things
Got back from a show a while ago and after loading in the gear we noticed a punch of boxes and whatnot on the sidewalk. We go through everything and there are a bunch of empty spiral notebooks, corporate training videos, and a broken fax machine. While we're going through this a drunk girl stumbles out of nowhere and asks what's up. We tell her we're looking through garbage and I tell her that she is more than welcome to whatever she finds. She gets a weird look on her face and then picks up the fax machine and smashes it against a nearby garage door and then runs off. I should've gotten her name or number because she was super cute.
3. Construction
The road our space is on is under construction and during practice earlier this week, our drummer's car was blocked in by cement trucks. They were working on the road but the thing was they didn't close it till after his car was parked there. Luckily, we got out in time to move it or else it would've been towed or had shit thrown on it. Bulldozers were ready to fuck this car up.
And who says that nothing cool ever happens here in York, PA.
